JAMES
The massive, floor-to-ceiling glass windows of my Manhattan boardroom offered a sweeping, uninterrupted view of the city I practically owned. That notion was even clearer now that I had been able to trap her.
Soon, she'd have nowhere to run except towards me.
I was standing at the head of the long mahogany table, my hands resting flat on the polished surface, entirely in my element. The roaring, chaotic emotions from last night had been meticulously filed away, replaced by the cold, lethal instincts of a man who would do anything to get his family back.
I had no time to sit around and plan. The only answer to life was attack, attack, attack!
"The acquisitions were finalized at 4:00 AM, Mr. Chestnut," Miller, my lead director, reported rapidly, pulling out of my reverie as he sc
