Vincent's pov
I was reviewing the quarterly financial reports when Wicket burst into my office without knocking.
That alone told me something significant had happened. Wicket never burst into anywhere.
"Sir!" He was slightly out of breath, his face flushed with excitement. "I have good news."
I looked up from my computer, skeptical. "Good news?"
Lately, I'd learned to be cautious about what constituted "good news." The only good news I actually wanted to hear was that I'd somehow gotten a meeting with the CEO of Horton Group. That I'd found a way to confront the person who'd stolen my land deal and turned Mr. Seinfeld against me.
Everything else felt secondary.
"I highly doubt it's the kind of good news I'm looking for," I said, turning back to my screen. "Unless you've somehow mana
