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
tile takeover bid is no longer a rumor. They've consolidated a block of minori
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 Mr. Oneal, the ghost who
asked, his voice quiet yet silencing t
red without hesitation. "Our initial intelligence
ortably. This wasn't just business. I
the marble tabletop. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each sound wa
hin cold smile on his lips. He stood and walked to the screen. "Miles, activate Protocol Siren. I wan
col Siren was a corporate nuke, a scorched-ear
the anonymous chairman of Apex is considering revealing his identity. The
ic, sir?" one dire
ant to see which rats scurry for cover when the light is turned on." The mes
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
ut, regarding
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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