"It matters," Stan said quietly.
Because it did. Three point two million dollars at a six-times multiplier was nineteen point two million in returns. That wasn't a necklace, it was a small fortune waiting to be unlocked. And no promotional exhibit policy was going to stand between him and that number.
Sophie watched his expression, the calm determination, the absolute refusal to back down, and felt her chest tighten with something she couldn't quite name.
'He won't give up. Even when I tell him to stop, he won't give up. For me.'
"You can't buy it because it's not for sale," Felix pressed, savoring every syllable. "Just admit you can't afford it and we can all move on with our, various businesses"
At this point, Sophie who has been silently enduring everything couldn't take it anymore
"Are you sick in the head?!" Sophie's voice cracked across the atrium like a whip. "How hard is it for you to let Stan be?!"
Felix flinched.
