"You are committing corporate extortion."
The Chairman gripped the edge of the mahogany table. His knuckles were completely white. His breathing was heavy and erratic.
Ryan Parker sat entirely relaxed at the head of the boardroom table. He did not raise his voice. He simply tapped the thick black folder sitting directly in front of the older man.
"Extortion implies I am asking you for money," Ryan stated coldly. "I already have your money. I own the Cayman Island equity firm holding your five million dollar debt. I am simply calling in the loan."
The reality of the trap crushed the remaining air out of the room.
Ten minutes ago, these twelve men were celebrating the destruction of Victoria Price. They were drinking vintage champagne and collecting bribes from Richard Murphy. They beli
