Suppressing the white-hot rage simmering beneath his tailored suit, Arthur Sterling gripped his leather folder with such intensity that his knuckles turned white. He took a stabilizing breath, attempting to regain the composure befitting the General Manager of Horizon Corp, and knocked sharply on the mahogany door. This was the second time he had stood here in the span of an hour; the first had resulted in a summary eviction that had left him breathless with indignation.
“Enter,” a voice drawled from within—a voice that lacked any hint of professional deference or concern.
Arthur pushed the door open, his eyes immediately landing on Ace Kane. The young man was reclined in his massive executive chair, one leg draped casually over the other in a posture of profound, almost regal, indiffere
