The rain lashed down against the open fifty-story floor like tiny flying daggers. The wind howled through the raw steel pillars with a wild, screaming noise.

Up near the unprotected edge of the concrete drop, Marcus Vance stood with his finger pressed tight against the cold metal trigger of his pistol. His bruised face was twisted into a sick, ugly grin of pure victory. He thought he had finally broken the most powerful man in the city.

Julian Vance did not hesitate for even a single second.

The fierce corporate king who never bowed to anyone, the man who made entire business empires shake with a single word, lowered his...