Mr. Cook hadn't slept well. Ever since his divorce from Madeline Cook, every encounter with her left him restless. Last night was no exception. Consequently, during the morning meeting at Vertex Group, Mr. Cook's demeanor was icy. Hudson, sitting beside him, barely dared to breathe.
It was terrifying.
After the meeting, Mr. Cook glanced at the unusually quiet Hudson. "The piano auction house will deliver it today at noon. Check it, then send it directly to Ms. Sienna Harris at GreenSource."
Hudson nodded nervously. "Yes, I understand, Mr. Cook. Any other instructions?"
Mr. Cook waved him off.
Hudson clutched the meeting documents and turned to leave, but just as he reached the office door, the voice behind him spoke: "Wait."
Hudson had a bad feeling. Sure enough, Mr. Cook said, "Look
