Cameron threw his head back and laughed.
A loud, ugly, barking laugh that echoed off the glass walls of my office like he had just heard the funniest joke in the world.
I didn’t even blink.
I just folded my arms across my chest and watched him—watched the way his shoulders shook, watched how the laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes. It was the laugh of a man who wasn’t amused at all.
It was the laugh of a man terrified he was losing control.
“You…” he wheezed, still laughing. “You want what, Avela?”
“The shares,” I said again, tone flat. “All of them.”
He stopped laughing.
Completely.
His face twisted, the amusement draining out like dirty water swirling down a sink.
“Are you insane?” he snapped. “Do you have any idea how much those shares cost?”
“Yes,” I said simply. “Exactly.”
