Jacob Sims exited his office, his face a mask of resolve. He strode down the hallway, barking orders to his assistant as he passed her desk.
"Lydia, reschedule my afternoon meetings. I don’t care what it takes. And make sure nobody disturbs me until I’m back," he said without breaking stride.
"Yes, sir," Lydia replied, scrambling to keep up. "Should I ask where you’ll be?"
Jacob stopped briefly to glance at her, his expression unreadable. "No. But I’ll need the car ready in ten minutes."
Lydia nodded, sensing the urgency in his voice. "Of course, sir."
Jacob continued toward the elevator, his mind racing. The photo of Sharon, Russell, and Bruce was etched into his memory. It wasn’t just about revenge anymore. This was about survival,his company, his reputation, and everything he’d bui
