The evening air felt heavy as I sat quietly, sipping my coffee while Canna reviewed some documents. He barely flinched when my phone buzzed, it was Jeffery calling.
“I’ll take this,” Canna said, gesturing for me to stay put.
I nodded, curious but cautious. I knew Jeffery couldn’t leave things alone, and something told me tonight was going to be messy.
Canna’s expression didn’t change as he answered. The conversation was brief, clipped. After a few minutes, he hung up and glanced at me.
“He’s going to my father’s place,” Canna said simply. “He wants to understand why we held the meeting in his absence.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And?”
Canna leaned back, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Mr. Frank intends to brief him fully. He’s… not going to like it.”
By the time Jeffery arrived at the B
