Kira's POV
Uncle Richard answers on the second ring, like he's been sitting by the phone waiting for disaster to strike. Which, knowing my family, he probably has been.
"Kira? What's wrong?"
"Everything," I say, watching those fake FBI agents through the window. They're still just standing there, which is somehow more terrifying than if they'd started shooting. "I need you to listen carefully. Don't ask questions, just do what I tell you."
"Sweetheart, you're scaring me."
"Good. You should be scared." I grip the phone tighter. "Call every board member. Tell them we have an emergency meeting in two hours. Conference room A. Full security detail."
"Two hours? Kira, that's impossible. Margaret is in Chicago, Harrison's in London—"
"Video conference. I don't care if you have to drag the
