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
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