A low, magnetic male voice drifted over the line.
"Estelle? I thought hell would freeze over before I got a call from you."
That was Wesley Bailey.
He was the arch-nemesis of Apex Tech, and someone I'd crossed swords with more than once in the business world over the past few years. We weren't exactly friends, but we both respected how the other ran their operations. He'd built his empire from scratch, starting out in the real economy, and he was a million times more capable than Arthur.
"I'll cut to the chase, Wesley," I told him. "I want to take Apex Tech down. Lend me the resources you have on hand."
The line went quiet for two full seconds.
Then Wesley let out a laugh, a note of probing in his tone. "Estelle, did you have a falling out with your husband? You're pretty quick on th
