Richard Barton had always been a man of control, a master strategist — and this time, he was done playing nice.
Standing near the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, his sharp gaze cut through the glittering city lights below. One hand rested in his pocket, while the other gripped his phone tightly, his deep voice laced with authority.
“I don’t care how you pull it off,” Richard said coldly into the receiver, his voice laced with quiet authority. “Everything needs to be in place within the next seventy-two hours. No delays. No excuses.”
He paused, listening for a response, his gaze fixed on the glittering skyline.
“Once I give the signal, we move. I want Abigail Hamilton exactly where I want her — no room for error. Make sure every loose end is tied up before then.”
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