Dario's POV
I stormed into Lori's sleek, modern office, determination blazing within me.
"Lori, it's time," I declared, slamming the door with a resounding crash.
Lori's piercing green eyes snapped up at me, a hint of surprise dissolving into calculation. "Diego's hospitalized?" she stated, her voice even and composed.
I sneered, a cold smile spreading across my face. "Perfect timing." The irony was delicious.
"Why are you in a rush?" Lori asked, looking intently at me.
"My grandfather is down. My company is falling apart. Let's make this snappy." I said,my voice laced with desperation and urgency.
"What do you want?" She asked, testing my patience.
I let out a sigh, pinching my brows. "I want William Carver down." I stated.
Lori handed me a slender folder, ado
