POV: Eryx Voltaire
The Henderson file sat unread on my desk.
I had been staring at the same page for several minutes without turning it. I couldn't focus, my mind wasn't in this office. It was somewhere else, somewhere I did not want it to be.
The intercom buzzed. Cleo's voice came through, crisp and professional. "Mr. Voltaire, I have the travel arrangements for the Henderson deal."
I pressed the button. "Come in."
She entered with her tablet, her heels silent on the dark wood floor. Cleo had been with Voltaire Holdings for eight years. She was efficient, discreet, and never asked unnecessary questions… this I valued.
"The Henderson group wants to meet in person," she said. "They are based in Port Vale. Three days of negotiations, possibly four. I have booked the jet for Thursday mo
