~ Adrian ~
The steering wheel of the Mercedes felt slick under my palms. I didn't remember my hands sweating this much. I was always the one who stayed cool while the room burned, the CEO who could smile through a hostile takeover and make the aggressors feel like they were doing me a favor. But the man in the rearview mirror didn't look like a CEO. His tie was loosened, his collar was stained with a ring of perspiration, and his eyes—the eyes that had graced the cover of Forbes—were bloodshot and wild.
I hit the gas, the engine roaring as I swerved around a slow-moving sedan. My mind was a discordant loop of the last hour. The Chairman’s face. The way the board members had looked at me—not with the usual sycophantic respect, but with a cold, clinical pity .
"The evidence is irrefutable
