I looked Baron square in the eye and shook my head slowly from side to side, no longer able to contain my feelings of annoyance, disgust, and disapproval.
“You are a piece of work, Baron,” I began, clenching my fists at my sides. “All of these things that have happened were no one’s fault but your own. You have no right to come here and ask me for any favor, let alone something so ridiculously undeserved.”
Baron’s jaw dropped. Apparently he hadn’t been expecting a negative response to this unwelcome visit and unmerited favor, which did not make a lick of sense to me. Did he really think I would be happy to do this for him? Lobby on his behalf to my current fiancé, who might hate him even more than I do?
“Come on, Fiona,” Baron pleaded. “Please. You and I have history. We have known
