Christian Adams Vanderbilt
He leans forward and fires off:
"So, I'm curious about what the great Christian Adams Vanderbilt has to say to me?"
The ground seems to open up beneath my feet.
My breath catches for a moment, and the drink Atlas prepared weighs like lead in my stomach. I feel a sharp chill down my spine, but I strive to keep my expression neutral, even as my mind spins in search of answers.
"What?" my voice comes out lower than I would like.
Thomas reclines in his chair, crossing his arms deliberately, savoring every second of my reaction.
"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" he shakes his head, laughing through his nose, as if my surprise amuses him. "I thought you were a bit smarter than that, Chris."
I swallow hard, keeping my gaze fixed on him, trying to calc
