Chapter 57: Zane's POV
I was halfway to the elevator when I heard it.
The explosion.
Not literal—though that might've been quieter. This was worse. This was my father's voice, raised to a volume I hadn't heard in years, echoing through the hallway even through the closed conference room doors.
He was losing control.
Good.
I pressed the elevator button, checking my phone while I waited. Three missed calls from Walter. Two texts from Sophia telling me about her birthday party tomorrow night. Nothing from Olive.
That last one bothered me more than it should.
The elevator arrived and I stepped in, alone, watching the doors close on the chaos I'd left behind.
They thought I didn't know about the Hopkins offer. Thought it had blindsided me along with the rest of them.
They were wrong.
