Harley’s P.O.V.

Such a jerk!

I blinked at him slowly, letting his arrogance hang in the air like a bad smell. Then I laughed, sharp enough to vanish his smile.

“Xander,” I said, my tone sugar-coated with venom, “the day I need your last name to survive in a boardroom is the day I hand in my brain along with my resignation.

And trust me, that day will never come.”

I stood, the scrape of my chair deliberate, closing the distance between us until I was close enough for him to feel the quiet threat in my voice.

“Here’s some free advice for you, Xander. Stop living in the past...