The view from the Romano Enterprises boardroom in New York was amazing. It was the kind of view that made big-shot business people jealous. From my seat at the head of the shiny black table, I could see the whole city like a chessboard. And I had more pieces than anyone.
"The Sterling Industries deal should be done by the end of the month," Marcus Chen—no relation to Sophia, thank goodness—said, sounding sharp like I want my people to sound. "Their drug business is losing money fast, and the board is getting desperate."
I didn't show any feelings as I looked at the reports. But I felt that cold winning feeling that kept me going for the last five years as I was building my empire. Sterling Industries was once worth three billion dollars. Now, it's worth less than half that. Some bad busi
