She was there to see Michael Burton.
“You should know, I personally want to help you very much…”
Sitting in Michael’s office, Niamh heard those words and knew immediately that his hands were tied.
“It’s obvious The Thomas Group was targeted. This happened so suddenly that The Burton Group doesn’t have enough liquid capital on hand… and the board isn’t particularly interested in your line of business… It’ll be difficult for us to step in as a white knight.”
“Yes, I understand…” Niamh lowered her head.
“However…” Michael’s large hand rested on top of her head. “While those old fossils on the board won’t let me touch company money, I can do whatever I want with my personal assets. I can pull together 180 million, no problem.”
Niamh lifted her gaze and met his eyes, which were smiling like a fox’s from behind his gold-rimmed glasses.
180 million… That number didn't sound like it was plucked from thin air. It meant that before she had even come to ask for his help, Michael had already gathered as much cash as he could for her. A warmth spread through Niamh’s chest, like a hot water bottle pressed against her heart.
“Michael, I… I don’t know how to thank you…”
“Give me a kiss.”
Michael’s words stunned Niamh into silence. Seeing her terrified expression, his heart sank a little. “It’s just my cheek! Do you have to look so scared?” he grumbled, pointing to his face.
Niamh pressed her lips together, still hesitant.
“Fine, fine! I’ll kiss you then!” With that, Michael leaned in and stole a quick peck on her cheek. Seeing her fair skin flush red, he cleared his throat. “Don’t tempt me, or I might do something I’ll regret, and it’ll be all your fault.”

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