My phone vibrated on the table, Jacob’s name flashing across the screen. I took my time picking it up, letting him stew in desperation.
“Hello?” I finally answered, my voice calm, almost lazy.
Jacob exhaled heavily on the other end. “I have what you need,” he said quickly. “It’s a voice recording that proves you were treated unfairly.”
I smirked. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” His voice was tight, like he was forcing himself to swallow his pride. “You wanted undeniable proof, right? Well, I have it. Mum practically admitted everything.”
I leaned back in my chair, twirling a pen between my fingers. “Okay, You did well, Jacob. Send it to me once this call ends.”
There was a pause. Then, hesitantly, he said, “Help us restore the company to its former heights.”
I laughed. A slow, cruel sound.
“R
