‘The next time you are calling, I hope it’s to discuss the Solaro project,’ Darya said. ‘I sincerely hope, Mr Cavanaugh, that you are able to separate the business from the personal. Or I’ll be forced to blacklist your number. And your friend’s number.’
She hung up.
For a fleeting moment, she felt bad about yelling at Micah.
His father was the one who committed the offence, after all.
But then she was over it.
If she really was Darya Miller, a girl with no background, no money and no power, she’d be crushed like a bug by now.
Matthias leaned forward. ‘You handled that very well, my dear.’
Darya shrugged. ‘It’s easy when you hold all the cards. The Cavanaughs have to be nice to me as long as I still have the jade ring.’
Matthias stroked his chin. ‘What’s so special
