Even with SoarCorp on the verge of collapse, as long as it remains in her hands, it's still a company with a flawless structure. With a stable flow of capital, it could easily be revived.
Now, with SoarCorp teetering on the edge, Danielle's mother had made herself sick to the point of stomach bleeding from the stress.
And yet, at this very moment, Alexander was out celebrating with his team—their rival company, Intellectech, had just clinched another major contract.
The irony was almost unbearable.
All their private grievances had simply spilled over into the business world.
Danielle closed her laptop. "I need to step out for a bit."
—
She walked to the door of Alexander's hospital room.
Nash was standing guard outside. As soon as he saw Danielle approach, he moved to intercept her. "Ma'am—are you here to see Mr. Davidson?"
Danielle just gave Nash a silent, measured look.
He pressed his lips together, clearly aware of how much her attitude toward him—and toward Alexander—had changed.
Still, he said, "Ma'am, Mr. Davidson is resting. Miss Fletcher specifically asked that he not be disturbed."
"If it's urgent, please make it quick. Miss Fletcher will be back soon."
Danielle almost laughed at that. Nash acted like he was Millie's watchdog, making sure no stray women slipped in to see Alexander.
She was still Alexander's wife—at least on paper—and yet, she felt more like an unwelcome mistress sneaking around.
"Did Alexander say he wouldn't see me?"
Nash glanced away, lowering his gaze. "No, he didn't." But everyone knew Mr. Davidson always listened to Miss Fletcher these days, and Nash understood whose words mattered more now.
Still, he couldn't exactly block Danielle from entering.
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