The silence in the room was thick and heavy. Thomas stood there with a smug smile, leaning on his silver cane. He thought he had all the power.
But Alexander did not look scared. The cold look on his face did not change at all. Instead, he took a slow step forward.
"You think you have won, Uncle," Alexander said. His voice was quiet, but it sounded like cracking ice. "You think because you are hiding behind Julian, your hands are clean."
"They are clean enough," Thomas said, waving his hand in the air. "The board of directors will vote tomorrow. Once you are gone, I will take over. It is over, Alexander. Just sign the papers."
Alexander did not answer. In one smooth, lightning-fast motion, he pulled the heavy black gun from his jacket.
Before Thomas could even blink, Alexander closed
