CHAPTER 7: Alison
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“What did you say?” Alison couldn’t have heard Harker correctly. He wouldn’t just give her co-ownership of Angel Face.
“You heard me.” He took a sip of his drink. “I want to offer you partial ownership of Angel Face.”
“I’d be part owner of my program?” Her heart raced. Angel Face was her baby, her creation. She’d never even dreamed this would happen. She’d just been happy being able to create something that might save women from being abducted and raped.
“Yes. You’ve done an excellent job and I believe in rewarding excellence.”
“You do?” She had done an excellent job, but a tingle of suspicion danced in her head. Harker didn’t praise; he barked orders and expected results.
“Yes.” He sipped his drink. He wore his usual uniform—a white business shirt, and b
