Chapter 15 - Arithmetic, Not Passion
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Paxton stood up slowly, stepping around the heavy desk toward her.
The two federal marshals immediately reached for their holsters, but Lennox raised a single hand, signaling them to stay back. She didn't flinch as Paxton stopped two feet away from her.
He looked down at her—six foot three, once commanding, now looking like a shadow of himself.
"How did you do it?" Paxton whispered, genuine confusion bleeding through his voice. "How did you move ninety million dollars without a single alarm going off?"
Lennox met his gaze, her dark eyes clear and absolute.
"It wasn't passion, Paxton. It was arithmetic," she explained smoothly. "When you build a house, you know where the support beams are. When I built your financial network, I placed every beam on a spring. I only needed to remove one pin."
"The slap," Paxton realized, his eyes widening. "You set the trap two years ago... and you just waited for me to trip it."
"I didn't wait for you to slap me, Paxton," Lennox said, her tone dropping into a freezing quiet. "I waited for you to show me that you believed I was small enough to accept it."
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She stepped closer, leaning in so only he could hear her final words.
"You gave me a seat at a table that was resting on my shoulders," she whispered. "All I did was stand up."
