t of the Apex Consolidated tower

nded by chairs that cost more than a mid-size car. The vi

zed screen, highlighting the erratic stock p

hostile takeover bid is no longer a rumor. They've consolidated a block of mino

oking at the man at the hea

a handmade Italian suit the color of midnight, his posture

the lazy amusement Hailey had seen. This was Julian Oneal, the man who

asked, his voice quiet yet silencing t

d without hesitation, "Our initial intelligenc

ortably. This wasn't just business. I

m on the marble tabletop. Each sound was a h

, a cold smile on his lips. He stood and walked to the screen. "Miles, activate Protocol Siren. I want

col Siren was a corporate nuke, a scorched-ear

the anonymous chairman of Apex is considering revealing his identity. The

, Mr. Oneal?" one di

course not. It's a trap. I want to see which rat

was a traitor in this room,

s strategic mind moving at a dizzying pace, l

ctors filed out with renewed f

personal arrangements,"

perceptibly. "That information is to be sealed. No

But, regard

elow. "And I am fighting mine. Until my family's mess is cleaned up, it is safer

as not a game.

asking no mo

et and walked to a discreet built-in closet. He emerg

f keys-not for the McLaren in his privat

It was time to play his p

r of a financial empire to the penniles

th her, all Apex-related communications are to be c

Of course, sir. Wishing you a su