Killian was three sentences into shredding Marcus's competence in front of the entire board when his phone lit up with a call he'd flagged months ago to override every silence setting he owned.
UNIT TWO — PRIORITY.
He didn't excuse himself. He didn't explain. He simply stood, mid-sentence, and walked out of a boardroom controlling nine figures in shipping contracts like the meeting had never existed at all.
"Talk to me," he said, already moving, already shouting for his car before the elevator doors had fully opened.
"Target vehicle struck deliberately near Fifth and Aldergate. Mrs. Voss is conscious, injuries unknown, ambulance en route. Second vehicle fled the scene before we could get a plate."
The words hit him like something physical, a fist closing around his ribs. For one disor
