ay to his study. The room was his sanctuary-a fortress of dark wood, leather, and cutting-edge techn
htly amused voice of Jenson Sterling, his most trusted subordinat
harp. "She's asleep. Effective immediately, her security is y
used entered his voice-something Jenson had rarely heard. "
oice, replaced by crisp efficiency. "U
fty-one percent controlling interest to her name. I
other end of the line. "Sir... Apex is t
ll personally take the position of interim Vice President at Apex. You will
s,
y as he stared at the city lights beyond his window. "Apex Global will
n Aspen Creek by the time the sun rises. Start liquidating their assets, trigger audits, call in their debts. But do it slowl
done," Jen
w months ago-the garish makeup, the ill-fitting dress. A world away from the woman sleeping in his bed. He zoomed in on
murmured to the screen, v
and contingency plans. On a secondary monitor, a silent live feed from a
have nightmares. Some deep, primal part of her knew that jus
He closed his laptop, walked out of his study, and leaned against the wall in the corridor
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