t of the Apex Consolidated tower

nded by chairs that cost more than a mid-size car. The vi

zed screen, highlighting the erratic stock p

tile takeover bid is no longer a rumor. They've consolidated a block of minori

oking at the man at the hea

a handmade Italian suit the color of midnight, his posture

the lazy amusement Hailey had seen. This was Mr. Oneal, the ghost who

asked, his voice quiet yet silencing t

red without hesitation. "Our initial intelligence

ortably. This wasn't just business. I

the marble tabletop. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each sound wa

hin cold smile on his lips. He stood and walked to the screen. "Miles, activate Protocol Siren. I wan

col Siren was a corporate nuke, a scorched-ear

the anonymous chairman of Apex is considering revealing his identity. The

ic, sir?" one dire

ant to see which rats scurry for cover when the light is turned on." The mes

s strategic mind moving at a dizzying pace, l

ctors filed out with renewed f

personal arrangements,"

perceptibly. "That information is to be sealed. No

ut, regarding

elow. "And I am fighting mine. Until my family's mess is cleaned up, it is safer

as not a game.

asking no mo

et and walked to a discreet built-in closet. He emerg

f keys-not for the McLaren in his privat

It was time to play his p

r of a financial empire to the penniles

th her, all Apex-related communications are to be c

Of course, sir. Wishing you a su