One

      Emma Chandler forced a smile as she packed up her Louis Vuitton Neverfull bag and walked out of the boardroom with her head held high. It was bad enough to be in the lair of her longtime family rival Kell Montrose. That was stressful on its own. But to see her younger sisters paired up and happily in love with Kell’s cousins, Dec and Allan, who were also Montrose heirs, was another stab to the heart.

      A wave of loneliness washed over her. She should give up trying to keep herself on the board at Playtone-Infinity Games and let Kell win. Except that wasn’t her style. But no matter how hard she tried to fight it, it looked as if she was on the way out of the company that she’d poured her life into for the last four years.

      The hostile takeover had been a surprise, but to be honest, she’d known for a long time that Kell Montrose intended to find a way to make Infinity Games his own and then tear it apart. It didn’t matter that her grandfather—the man Kell had hated—was dead and buried or that the company had floundered a little under her guidance. She’d hoped somehow to find a heart and soul under Kell’s solemn exterior. Someone she could negotiate with.

      Instead she’d found a man bent on revenge, and her two sisters despite their best intentions, had fallen in love with the enemy. They had also proven themselves indispensable and secured their positions at the newly merged company. They were all finding their own place except her. She, of course, had the same chance to prove herself but she knew she was the one Chandler that Kell hated the most.

      The one who’d witnessed his humiliation at the hands of her grandfather. The one Kell wasn’t going to keep around any longer than he had to. The one who had exactly forty-eight hours to come up with a kickass idea or she wouldn’t blame him for showing her the door. She thought she might have one but wasn’t sure he’d give her a fair shake.

      When the elevator opened, she got on and reached for the Close button. She wanted to be alone. But just as the doors started to slide shut a big masculine hand wrapped around the edge and kept them open.

      She groaned inwardly as Kell stepped over the threshold and into the elevator. She hoped her forced smile would stay in place. After all, how long could it take to reach the lobby? Five minutes?

      “Feeling like the Lone Ranger?” he asked.

      His eyes were a silvery-pewter color that always fascinated her. They were gorgeous, she thought, but icy and intense as well.

      “Not at all. Why would I?” she asked. She’d always been able to play it cool and intended to do that now.

      “Your sisters have come over to the dark side. I’m going to finish bringing the last vestiges of Infinity Games under the Playtone umbrella soon.”

      He deserved his moment to crow, but that didn’t mean she had to stand here and listen to it. She reached for the buttons again to open the doors and get off but it was too late. The elevator started moving.

      “You okay?” he asked.

      His face was angular, all strong jawbone and a very stubborn chin. His hair was thick