CLAY'S POV
“...the board of directors are adamant about their demands and I'm not sure there is much we can do to change their minds.”
“Why is Landon holding onto a failing company?” I asked incredulously as I leaned back in my leather chair, the cool air conditioning hum of the penthouse washing across my face.
“Sentiments?” Philip answered. “It could be that he has strong feelings towards it because it has been in the family for generations..much like the Ashbourne's.”
I grunted, twirling a pen between my fingers as I grabbed my phone.
“Let me just set up a meeting with…” I paused, squinting at my screen.
Then I saw it.
The post notification box felt like a silent grenade that was dropped into my lap.
Frowning, I tapped it with a steady finger and my world narrowed down to not on
