Julian stood before the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the Blake Group. Outside, the glittering neon lights of Havenwood's bustling nightscape stretched out endlessly, but not a single glimmer of that brightness could pierce the icy coldness settled deep in his eyes.
Between his fingers, he held a flimsy little USB drive. Light as it was, it stored every single piece of damning evidence that would be enough to crush his own biological father once and for all.
A few days later, the Blake Group called an emergency board meeting.
The heavy meeting room doors slammed open. As Julian strode straight in, flanked by his lawyer and most trusted men, his father Ethan still sat ramrod straight in the chairman's seat, blustering on about the group's grand future plans in a desperate b
