Russell Harper leaned back in his leather office chair, his hands steepled as he stared at the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His office was a reflection of his personality,sleek, cold, and utterly commanding. Yet even in his fortress of power, he found himself restless.
The meeting with Bruce Hill and Sharon two nights ago had gone better than expected. Bruce was playing right into his hands, distracted by whatever fixation he had with Sharon. And Sharon? Well, she was a wild card, but one he intended to play to his advantage.
A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Come in," Russell called, his voice clipped.
His assistant, a young man named Leo, entered, carrying a tablet. "Mr. Harper, the updates on the Sterling acquisition are ready. Shall I go through t
