“You both will never be as good as your father! f*****g idiots. You’d run this company straight into the ground!”
Duncan Crane slammed his palms down onto the glass conference table so hard the heavy surface vibrated in its steel frame. His face was purple, the veins in his neck bulging past his collar as he stared down the length of the room.
Ines and Leonardo sat on opposite sides of the space. Neither of them looked at Crane, and neither of them looked at each other. The boardroom was dead silent except for the shouting, the senior board members frozen in place as the numbers dropped on the main display. They had spent the last two hours watching the valuation tank.
Leonardo leaned back in his chair, completely relaxed, his long legs stretched out under the table. He did not blink at
