ROWEN

The moment the boardroom emptied and the thick mahogany doors shut behind them, I exhaled slowly. I wasn’t rattled, not even close, but I needed these two hours. Time to strategize. Time to finish Ethan off.

I walked to my private office at the end of the hallway, my steps silent but deliberate. The glass walls of Grayson Towers’ upper floor shimmered with the afternoon sun, a deceptive warmth against the storm I was about to unleash. Once inside, I shut the door behind me and pulled out my phone.

I dialed James.

He answered on the second ring. “Sir.”

“I want every shred of evidence we have on...