Julian did not hesitate for a single second. The tender warmth inside the small wooden cottage vanished, replaced by the freezing air of an impending war.

"Marcus," Julian spoke into his phone, his voice sharp and heavy like an iron blade. "Prepare the cars. We are returning to the main headquarters immediately. Call every senior board member and order them to be in the main conference room by four o'clock in the morning."

"Yes, Mr. Vance," Marcus replied from outside. "The security escort is ready."

Evelyn quickly pulled on her shoes and grabbed her small bag. She looked at Julian, seeing the hard, unbreakable look on his sharp face. The...