The freezing Seattle rain continued to pelt against the windshield of Ethan’s car as we tore down the interstate toward the city center. The digital clock on the dashboard glowed a mocking 6:45 AM.
I sat in the passenger seat, wrapped in a coarse wool blanket Ethan had pulled from the trunk, staring blankly at my phone. The device was vibrating violently from high-priority alerts flooding my secure corporate email.
WALL STREET JOURNAL: Apex Horizon Heir Under Global Investigation For Offshore Money Laundering.
BLOOMBERG: Richard Miller’s Shipping Empire Collapses Overnight Following Mass Leak.
APEX HORIZON SECURITY: Emergency Board Meeting Convened at Global Headquarters (7:00 AM).
"He knows," I whispered, my voice flat against the hum of the engine. "My father knows his entire legacy
