linds, throwing sharp, jagged shadows across the e

is face was carved from ice as he flipped open

in bold black ink: ANH GROUP UNDE

kly, clutching a thick stack of briefing folders to h

remely tight. At ten o'clock, you have the sit-down with Wall Street titan Pre

ational pillars of the Oneal Group's strategy for

the newspaper. He just opened his hand and let t

it," Eme

tared at his boss, his mouth hanging open sligh

His dark eyes locked onto Moss w

ed, his voice dangerously low. "Cle

Hancock has a notoriously vicious temper. If we stand him

nt irritation ripped

gold fountain pen resting on his desk.

n

from the cartridge. It splattered across the pristine white cuff

voice vibrating with rage, "does not a

way, sir." He scrambled to pull out his tablet,

leather chair. He closed hi

his eyes closed. "Use the official company letterhead. Tell her to meet

ouldn't comprehend why his boss would choose th

the desk, Moss kept his mouth shut. He nodded quick

his ruined suit jacket and threw it on the chair. He walke

looking back at him. The corner of his mouth

grandfather's spies were watching his every move. Meeting her at The Scarlet Lounge was the o

e buzzed loud

er and picked it

rough the speaker, yelling, "Are you out of your mind?! Pres

ess to handle," Emerson said

Emerson pressed the end call button.

ood by the window. He looked out over the city, his eyes fix

r heart all over again. It was th