Chapter 7 Is It About the Stark Family's Shares?

• "Huh?" Myra Stark was taken aback, momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected a corporate CEO to be so straightforward about asking for her gratitude.
• The man's hands were clasped under his chin, his movements graceful, revealing his slender fingers, each joint beautifully defined. Involuntarily, Myra thought of the hand that had supported her waist in the elevator earlier that day.
• She looked at Tony with a hint of confusion. "Um… would you like to have a lavish dinner as my treat?" As the words left her mouth, she regretted them: How could the CEO of Hart Group possibly have time to dine with such a small fry like her?