“ Family dinner is tonight. I won't accept excuses…so make sure you're there.” Her firm statement was the last thing Ciara said before exiting the company.

Grayson gave no response or reaction. Minutes had passed into hours, yet he was still standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the city that stretched beneath him, but this time he was on a call.

His reflection stared back at him, calm and untouched, phone pressed against his ear.

“ Tell me the numbers,” he said. Then a pause before Desmond’s voice said on the other end, steady but edged with curiosity.

“ The drop happened exactly the way you projected. Timing was…precise.”...