Becca.
When I arrived at James' company, I was on the verge of having an anxiety attack. Neal had been waiting for me outside the building, and as much as I wanted to find that happy moment, I didn't.
Simply because I knew what was coming.
“So the guy is willing to buy it from you without issues. He is an investor from Italy and actually knew James personally. He has importing and exporting businesses all over the world," Neal informed me as I stood in the elevator with him, watching the floors tick by.
“Okay." My shallow reply seemed to cause him to stop in his words as he gently grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at him.
“Hey, if you're not ready for this—"
“It's okay," I quickly said, cutting him off. “It needs to be done, and I have to get through this. Afterward, I want t
