Chapter 13

The conference room on the forty-second floor of Vanguard & Sterling was a masterpiece of intimidating, sterile design. Cold steel, expansive glass, and a polished mahogany table that stretched like a battlefield between the two opposing sides. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling wi

Chapter 14

Julian Thorne could not breathe.

The air in the conference room had turned to lead in his lungs. The echoes of the audio recording seemed to bounce off the glass walls, repeating in his head in a loop of escalating horror.

*My legs are perfectly fine... The physical therapy worked th

Chapter 15

The conference room on the forty-second floor of the Sterling & Vance law firm was suffocatingly quiet. Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, a relentless drumming that mirrored the pounding in Clara Vance’s chest. She sat straight-backed in a leather ergonomic chair, her han