It was the third day since I had returned to Brampton.
In the top floor office of the Sinclair Group headquarters, I sat in a wide, plush leather chair, flipping through the documents in my hands.
Landon stood in front of the desk, his voice cool and steady as he reported, "Miss Sinclair, Brooks's capital chain has completely broken."
"We pulled all authorization for their overseas channels, and every single multinational investor that was working with Silas bailed and terminated their contracts the second the news broke."
"On top of that, all the banks slashed his credit lines and froze new loans. Right now, he is completely trapped between a rock and a hard place."
I lifted a delicate coffee cup from my desk and took a slow, soft sip. I asked, "What was his reaction?"
Landon huffed
