Fifteen minutes had passed since the boardroom doors closed behind Vincent Frost.
Sarah sat alone in her private office. The triumph of securing the supply chain had evaporated, replaced by a cold knot of anxiety.
She stared at the obsidian desk. Vincent's parting words echoed in her mind.
Your husband is a violent ex-convict. He threatened a federal official with a weapon.
She didn't want to believe it. But she wasn't stupid. A corrupt Port Director didn't waive a five hundred percent tariff out of kindness. And Luke had survived a brutal five-year prison sentence. He knew how to use violence. He had dismantled Tristan's armed guards in seconds just yesterday.
If Luke had pulled a gun or broken a federal official's jaw, the police would be knocking on the glass doors any minute. She
