Jacob Sims remained seated in the booth of the Old Mill Diner long after the mysterious man had left. The half-empty coffee cup in front of him had gone cold, but his thoughts were anything but. The informant’s cryptic warning echoed in his mind: "Sharon is a wildcard, and if you don’t act soon, you’ll lose more than just GreenTech."
He clenched his fists. Russell Harper’s moves were no longer confined to undercutting him in business; they’d turned personal. And Sharon, his ex-wife,once the woman he trusted most,was now entangled in the web.
He pulled out his phone and stared at Sharon’s number. It had been months since he last called her, but he needed answers, and he wasn’t going to wait for them to fall into his lap.
With a deep breath, he hit the call button.
The phone rang twice b
