“They won’t be there.”
Marcus’s words echo long after the call ends.
The silence inside the penthouse feels heavier now, like the air itself knows something dangerous is moving toward us.
I slowly lower the phone.
Adrian hasn’t moved.
“What does he mean?” I ask.
Adrian studies my face for a moment before answering.
“It means someone intends to remove a board member from the equation.”
My stomach tightens. “Remove… how?”
His voice stays calm, but there’s steel beneath it.
“In corporate terms? Pressure. Coercion.”
“And in non-corporate terms?”
Adrian’s eyes darken. “Anything that stops them from showing up.”
A cold wave runs down my spine.
“You think someone might get hurt.”
“I think someone already planned it.”
The room goes quiet again. Outside the windows, Manhattan glitte
