Ethan fought tooth and nail to reverse their fortunes, calling in every favor he had ever been owed. But those who once could not wait to wine and dine him now either ghosted him or fed him empty promises. Now that the walls were crumbling, everyone was eager to push them down. The lesson burned in his gut like acid.
"We can't survive the month." The CFO stood trembling before him, his face the color of sour milk.
Ethan sent papers flying with a furious swipe, his desk erupting in a thunderous crash. His eyes burned wild, like a beast backed into a corner. "We can't survive? Then fix it. Beg. Borrow. Steal if you have to."
"Sir, the Norbridge banks hang up the moment they hear Grant Group." The CFO did not need to finish. With the Lynds gone, their credit was deader than last week's hea
