Chapter 30 Two Options

• ~Sienna~
• Lincoln’s voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, as he leaned back in his chair, the dim light catching the sharp angles of his face. He swirled the wine in his glass, his gaze locked on me—unwavering and heavy.
• “I want you to be mine in all ramifications,” he said, his tone final, as though the decision had already been made. “You’ll leave Weston and come to my company. They don’t recognize your worth. Let me elevate you.”