I stood at the entrance of the Grayson Group building in Y. City, checking my watch again. Every second that passed made my patience thinner.
“How much longer?” I muttered. “If your leadership doesn’t appear soon, I’ll walk in myself.”
Through the tinted glass, I could see Alaric Thornwell pacing inside, stiff and uneasy. He didn’t realize the storm about to hit his office. That was fine. They never do, until it’s too late.
Inside, Vivienne held herself with that quiet authority that always made people misjudge her. I could see her listening to Alaric’s cautious words.
“Miss Vivienne,” Alaric said carefully, bowing slightly, “although Gerald’s branch in Lisle City collapsed years ago, I’ve heard his eldest son, Howard, managed to rebuild it. If they’ve learned of Reginald’s misfortune,
