The elevator ride to Arthur's office took forty-seven seconds.
Marcus counted them. Forty-seven seconds of watching the floor numbers climb, forty-seven seconds of his pulse hammering in his ears, forty-seven seconds of rage building so hot and so bright it felt like it might burn through his skin.
The doors slid open onto the executive floor. Marcus strode past the reception desk without stopping, past the assistants who called out his name, past the security guards who stepped forward and then stepped back when they saw his face.
He'd never looked like this before. Not in all his years at Vance Enterprises. Not in all his years of being the composed, controlled, perfect heir.
He looked like a man with nothing left to lose.
Arthur's office was at the end of the hall. The doors were c
