The press conference was over.
But Richard Frost was not done.
Sebastian spent the morning after the press conference avoiding his phone. The messages were endless. Some supportive. Some cruel. Most just curious. He wanted to hide in the apartment with Julian and pretend the outside world opinion did not matter or exist.
But Julian was already awake, sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop open, his face pale.
"Sebastian. You need to see this."
Sebastian walked over and looked at the screen. It was a sports business website. The headline made his stomach drop.
Richard Frost Launches Hostile Takeover Bid for Vancouver Storm.
Below it, a picture of Richard smiling. Like he had already won.
Sebastian sat down hard on the chair. "What is this?"
Julian's voice was quiet. "My fathe
