Wasting no time, Zane swiftly dialed his secretary, his voice sharp and commanding.
“Lincoln, I need a full report on the President’s son. I want everything: criminal records, scandals, anything we can use as leverage. And I want it fast,” he ordered, the urgency unmistakable.
Lincoln hesitated for a moment. “But sir...”
“No excuses, Lincoln. You have three hours. If I don’t have what I need by then, you’re out of a job,” Zane snapped, ending the call abruptly, leaving no room for argument.
Just as he turned back, Jack, his brother, looked at him with a mixture of anxiety and frustration. “What are you planning, Zane?”
Zane exhaled slowly, his mind already calculating every possible move. “We wait until we have something solid. Something we can use to shut them down.”
Jack’s patience
