Atlas checked his watch as he entered the Finnegan mansion's eastern wing. The morning sun painted the marble floors golden, highlighting the excessive luxury that surrounded him. His phone vibrated with a confirmation text: "Package ready for delivery. Awaiting final green light."
He pocketed the device, satisfaction warming his chest. Everything was proceeding according to plan.
The sound of hushed voices drew his attention to the partially opened door of the breakfast room. Atlas slowed his approach, listening.
"This merger is essential," Aaron's voice carried through the gap. "Eastern Holdings controls sixty percent of the international shipping routes we need. If we secure this deal today, our quarterly profits will triple overnight."
"And the Atlas situation?" Anola asked, her to
