Ethan had chosen it for exactly that reason.
For four days, he had ignored calls from his office, told Grace he was attending a private investor conference in New York, and disappeared into a beachfront villa with Vanessa, his company’s thirty-two-year-old vice president of communications.
He had expected privacy.
He had expected room service.
He had expected Vanessa in the red silk dress she was wearing now.
He had not expected his wife.
And he definitely had not expected the man walking beside her.
Declan Pierce.
Founder and CEO of Pierce Global Holdings.
Thirty-nine years old.
Estimated net worth: $11.4 billion.
One of the most aggressive corporate buyers in America.
The man who had once acquired a failing logistics empire on a Thursday and removed its entire executive leadership before Monday morning.
Declan wore a navy suit without a tie.
No security detail was visible, but Ethan knew men like Pierce never traveled without one.
