Killian’s hand slammed against the desk with such force that the sound echoed across his office, rattling the pen holder and toppling over a glass of water that splashed onto the polished wooden surface. His jaw clenched, and his chest heaved as the call disconnected, leaving only the flat tone in his ear. Slowly, he lowered the phone, his knuckles were as though he wanted to crush it in his fist.
Mr. Lincoln had just severed their partnership.
The reality of it stabbed through him like a blade. Mr. Lincoln wasn’t just another investor. He was the investor, his biggest partner, the one whose influence had carried Killian’s company into spheres of the fashion industry that money alone could not buy. With him gone, an entire pillar of his empire had crumbled in a single conversation.
Kill
