Page 317 of One More Kiss

“You know I’m down for that,” I said. “And I’d be ecstatic if we could get Allan Margulis as a client down the road and send an even larger portion of his profits straight to the Kentucky foster care system.”

Damian snickered. “Yeah. Good luck snagging him.”

“I’m serious,” I said.

“I know you are,” Trace replied, sending me a stern look. “But we’re not scouting Dickhead Dad, okay? He’s not our target.”

I cleared my throat to prevent myself from answering how I really wanted.

Allan Margulis was my target. How could he not be?

He’d pissed on me from day one. Overlooked me in every way possible. Talked down to me to my face. Kept his daughter from seeing me. And no doubt a whole list of even worse things that I didn’t know about. Yet.

Because I would know about them.

No, Allan Margulis wasn’t just a target, he and his whole slimy empire were the target.

I wasn’t content letting him steamroll me into oblivion. Allan Margulis had nasty practices, and I wouldn’t allow them to dictate my future. In fact, it was precisely because he wanted to declare himself master of my destiny that my motivation had sharpened into a dagger.

I’d promised him I’d get my business up and running to prove myself and provide for his daughter.

Now that promise had become a threat. He needed to hope like hell I wouldn’t make good on my word. Because once my business catapulted into the stratosphere, I’d be coming for him.

For all of them.

I didn’t know how, but I’d make sure I got what I wanted out of the Margulis family.

Revenge.

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