Chapter 19
Vin sat in his grandfather’s office and tried to pretend he felt like he belonged there. The office. Not the one set aside for his use at DM Collective Solutions or at Morrigan’s, but his main office, the one at the very top of the Reyes-Global Industries building, on 18th and Michigan, the one from which all the important decisions were made. The desk from which his grandfather ruled his empire, sitting in judgment over his many companies. Debated and decided the fate of hundreds of thousands of workers, the lives and names of who mattered to his grandfather not at all.
“Vinyl,” his grandfather said. “How’s the job? You’re still pleased with the secretary?”
“Wanda’s great,” Vin said. “Very efficient. But I—”
“And the job? Not too onerous, I hope.”
“Did you know Philip Ande
