Night settled deeper over the Finnegan mansion. Atlas roamed the corridors, systematically checking each security position. The USB drive was safely back in his possession, he'd switched it with a duplicate before handing it to Aaron.
A text message lit up his phone: "Eastern Holdings might be withdrawing from the merger. Finnegan stock might drop 8% in after-hours trading."
Phase three was unfolding perfectly. The financial noose tightening around the family's empire.
A soft voice called out from an open doorway. "Mr. Reed? A moment, please."
Anola stood in the entrance to her private lounge, her silk robe cinched tightly at the waist. The warm light behind her created a silhouette that emphasized her still-youthful figure.
Atlas knew better than to refuse. "Of course, Mrs. Finnegan.
