The tension in Jacob Sims’ office was palpable. The whiskey glass on his desk sat untouched, a rare sight for someone who usually relied on the amber liquid to steady his nerves during turbulent times. Instead, Jacob was buried in reports, his eyes scanning every line of the financial breakdowns and projections.
The Eastern Shore contract loomed large in his mind. It was the lifeline his company needed, and he wouldn’t let Russell Harper snatch it away from him without a fight.
A sharp knock on the door broke his concentration. Rebecca stepped in, her usual composed demeanor slightly frazzled.
"Mr. Sims, we have a problem," she said, closing the door behind her.
Jacob straightened in his chair, his eyes narrowing. "What is it?"
"Russell has just announced a partnership with Goldline L
