Mira's mind was so jumbled that she did not even have the chance to hear what Damian was rambling on about concerning the company.
Honestly, she couldn't care less because all that was on her mind was simply the four and a half million dollars in gold.
Gone!
Her one chance at freedom that had been stolen. Her mind was filled with how to get them back while Damian still kept talking about some company problems.
They soon pulled through the Sanders mansion gates and got out of the car.
The living room looked like a war zone with papers scattered everywhere and empty wine bottles on the coffee table like abandoned soldiers.
The massive flat screen TV that dominated one wall was blaring breaking news with the volume turned up way too loud.
"Sanders Media stock plunged another thirty percent overnight," the anchor announced with practiced sympathy. "They are now on the verge of bankruptcy as the company's value continues to hemorrhage…"
