Page 50 of Man Vs. Woman
One of the guys in the wheelchairs jumps up, running toward me as fast as Usain Bolt. “I answered a newspaper ad! Fifty bucks to sit here all day and shout!”
I knew it—this is a fucking farce.
“Me too!”
“And me!”
“Can I get my check?”
Smiling to myself, I start writing checks as I lean against the hood of Seymour’s car. He stands next to me, fuming. There’s no way around it—somehow, he was working with whoever hired these protestors so that he could bury Colt’s proposal. And since he brought me here today, I can tell he’s going to try the same when it comes my turn. The only person missing here is Hiram—which can only mean that Hiram and the president of the board are, somehow, connected.
“Thanks,” Colt whispers into my ear, one hand on my waist. “I thought I was done for. You fixed this.”
“I told you, I got your back,” I smile, my heart running a bit faster as I feel his fingers resting on my hand. “But be ready—this thing isn’t over.”
