Chapter 58: Confrontation

  Finally, as they reached the lobby, Stanley caught up with her, his hand reaching out to grasp her arm, only to be blocked by bodyguards Daniel had prepared for her that morning.   Seeing the heavily built men, he stepped back. “Anya, please,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. “You can’t leave like this. We need to talk.”   Anya turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. “Talk?” she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. “What is there to talk about, Stanley? You tried to deceive me with this fraudulent contract? You still have the face to ask me to talk?” She looked at him no differently than one would look at a cockroach.   Stanley opened the document in his hand and scrolled a bit. His eyes landed on the clause and he looked back at Mr. Hanson, Anya’s lawyer, at the corner.   Stanley’s expression faltered, a flicker of realization crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a forced smile. “Anya, I assure you, there must be some misunderstand