Forty

DECLAN POV

I looked at Daisy.

"Are you okay?" l asked her.

"Yes, I am fine," she replied rubbing her hand.

I grabbed her hand gently examining it. There was a little mark from when he had grabbed her.

"That bastard." I curse.

She pulls her arm away from me and glares at me.

"What did I do now?" I asked confused.

"Didn't you send them to meet me?" she asked me.

"Send who?"

"Mr Marquez."

"Daisy, they canceled our deal this morning. How was I to know they wanted you instead?"

"Did you know?" she asked.

"know what?" I asked.

"know that they wanted to use my software without going through the right process?"

"I only guessed so when they threatened me after you ended the deal with me."

"So you didn't know?" she asked, doubtfully.

"I might not like you, Daisy, but that doesn't mean I want bad things to happen to your company; it's more than I can say for you."