"What are you mumbling about? Did you bring the contract?"
A smooth, confident voice cut through Perry Bailey's frantic internal monologue. He jumped, spinning around to see Goldman Galt standing behind him, holding a glass of champagne.
Perry wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and grabbed Goldman’s arm, his voice trembling with desperation.
"Young Master Galt! Is it true? Can you really get me and my family to Snowland?"
The past forty-eight hours had been a nightmare for the Bailey family. They had packed their bags and rushed to the provincial airport, intending to flee the country before the financial implosion of Bailey Pharma became public knowledge.
But at the immigration checkpoint, their passports had triggered an alarm. They were on the "No Fly List." Their assets were f
