"Matthew Powell!"
Jason Zane roared, his voice cracking with a desperation that sounded like tearing metal. His eyes were bloodshot, two orbs of frantic red set in a face that had drained of all color, leaving him looking like a wax figure melting under heat.
At this moment, the composed, arrogant facade of Mr. Zane―the business genius, the savior, the golden boy―had completely shattered. He was genuinely panicked. Terror, cold and sharp as a razor, clawed at his insides, twisting his gut into knots.
Although he still couldn't comprehend how Matthew―a man he had dismissed for years as a braindead invalid, a nothing―had orchestrated the dismantling of his master plan today, one fact was crystal clear: he could not let Matthew continue speaking.
The secrets Matthew was threatening to spi
