Christian Mayhew's racially charged insult sent Gideon into a fury. He took a step forward, fist already clenching, ready to drag the man off his feet. But Elias Vance raised a hand, calm and unhurried, stopping him in his tracks.
"You think you can just pull your investments whenever you feel like it?" Elias said, his voice carrying a quiet edge that was far more dangerous than any shout. "I'm going to make sure you wouldn't dare."
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Mayhew snarled, his face flushed with indignation.
Elias reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number, and after two rings, the call connected. Without hesitation, he pressed the speaker button.
"Richard," Elias said flatly.
"Yes, dear Mr. Vance, it has been far too long since you last reached ou
