Betrothal Gifts

“What do you mean, Maeve’s going to work at the company?” Arthur’s face twisted the moment the words left his mother’s mouth. “Mother, I know you’ve always coddled her, but this—”

“I’m still the chairman, Arthur,” Miriam said flatly. “I don’t need your approval.”

“You’ve retired.”

“And yet I still have voting rights.” She met his glare without blinking.

Arthur stood abruptly. “You can’t be serious