Chapter 7

The boardroom of Vance Development was a war zone.

Julian stood at the head of the long glass table, sweating profusely as a dozen enraged board members shouted at him simultaneously. The large monitors on the wall displayed a horrifying, plunging red line—the company’s stock price, whi

Chapter 8

The drive to the pediatric cardiology wing was a blur of neon streetlights and the rhythmic, frantic squeak of windshield wipers. Julian Vance’s hands gripped the leather steering wheel of his Porsche so tightly his knuckles were white, but he couldn't feel his fingers. He couldn’t feel a

Chapter 9

The boardroom of Vance Development felt like the inside of a collapsing lung.

Julian sat at the head of the long mahogany table, staring blankly at the chaotic spread of financial projections, legal threats, and breach-of-contract notices. His CFO, Marcus, was pacing the length of the r