As soon as Philip appeared from the door of the cafe, Kendra felt her breath catch in her throat.
He looked tired, worn down; the weight of the world tugged brutally on his shoulders.
Then his eyes found hers across the room as he briskly made his way toward the table, his face tight with tension.
"Kendra," he said softly, sitting down across from her. "Thanks for agreeing to meet me."
Kendra set her coffee cup down, her hands shaking a little, before she nodded. "What's going on, Philip? Why did you want to see me?"
Philip let out a heavy sigh, and his temples massaged as he leaned forward. "I know you must have heard what's going on with the company. James... he's making a play for full control. He is manipulating the board, the investors - everyone. If he gets what he wants, Broo
