Demetri sat at the head of the conference table, flanked by Ian on one side and Lucien on the other as Seb took his place, his piercing gaze locking onto Elena's as she settled into her seat with an air of smug satisfaction.
Elena looked at the three brothers and smirked as she took the seat on the opposite end. Very soon, she would make sure that Demetri would not be able to take that chair again.
With a thin smile at Demetri, venom dripping in every word, she murmured," I hope you don't mind, Demetri. Business is business. As for Gabe, he needed to be elsewhere so he had to transfer his stocks to me."
A cold smile played on Demetri's lips, his voice steady. "You mean the power of attorney to his stocks, Mrs. Winthrope."
"That's splitting hairs, Demon," she retorted dismissively. "I have the complete power of attorney, to do with them as I want."
