Cole
“Marcus is in the company.”
Philip’s voice came through the speaker as I sat behind my desk, my fingers drumming against the mahogany surface of the hotel table. My eyes narrowed.
“And?” I asked, keeping my voice even, though irritation prickled at my skin.
That wouldn’t be the first time my fake twin brother would be making an appearance at the company. He had always wanted it, even before Dad died or before I got married to Yasmin.
“He’s trying to buy out the board members,” Philip continued. “But surprisingly, most of them are on your side. They believe it’s too soon for you to move on, considering your wife’s recent passing.”
My lips twitched in mock amusement. So, that was their logic? Sympathy votes? As if I needed their pity.
They had attempted to toss the card in my fac
