A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 412

For the past hour and a half, Hamilton had all but worn a trench in the lobby carpet. Every half hour, he’d send his butler to the front desk to ask for an update. More than once, he’d nearly stormed out, but the thought of that document kept him tethered in place.

By the time he drained his third glass of water, Hamilton’s patience was well and truly exhausted.

“Does a meeting really have to take this long?” he snapped as the receptionist approached once again.

“I’m terribly sorry for keeping you waiting, Mr. Quincy. Please, follow me.” The receptionist’s professional smile never faltered as she led Hamilton to the elevator.

She pressed the button for his floor and offered him another polite smile as the doors slid shut, only returning to her station once the elevator had whisked him away.

Upstairs, someone was already waiting outside the elevator, ready to show him the way.

Only then did Hamilton’s scowl soften a fraction.

At the office door, the assistant opened it and gestured for Hamilton to enter. His butler tried to follow, but the assistant blocked him with a

raised hand.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Hamilton’s eyes narrowed.

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Tate has requested that only you go in, Mr. Quincy. It is an office, after all–if anything were to go missing, things could get

complicated. I’m sure you understand?”

polite, but the

you think my

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you scheduled

hand trembled on

his head, sacrificing his own dignity so Hamilton could proceed without

was Max’s way of taking revenge–and worse, he’d handed him the opportunity on a silver platter. The thought made

only to find himself in a reception office. Max’s actual office was through another set of doors at the

Mr. Quincy is here,” the assistant

door.

him in,”

gave Hamilton a slight smile, held the door, and gestured for him

huff, tapping his cane against the floor with a sharp rap as he

making you wait. Work’s been madness lately.” Max stood to greet him, his smile polite

well–tailored suit.

people in the room, making no effort to hide

even bother pretending to be cordial. She lounged on the sofa, not

point. What do you want for the document?” Hamilton didn’t

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