Blake's POV
One hour and seventeen minutes.
I stared at my phone, willing it to ring. The deadline had passed. Wakes should have called by now—either to negotiate or to capitulate. The silence stretched like a taut wire, ready to snap.
"Anything?" Sofia asked from across the room, not looking up from her screens.
"Nothing." I set the phone down harder than necessary. "What's the status on the stock acquisition?"
"Fifty-one percent as of ten minutes ago. We officially have controlling interest." Her voice carried no triumph, only the flat efficiency of a general reporting battlefield casualties.
"The board meeting's been moved up to eight AM tomorrow."
Fifty-one percent. I owned more of Savage Group than Wakes did. I could remove him as CEO, dismantle his empire piece by piece, redu
