(Morgan's POV)
I lean back in my leather chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass as I stare out at the city lights. twenty-seven years. That's how long I've been waiting for this moment.
Twenty-seven years since James Stone destroyed my family.
The bastard thinks he got away with it. Thinks his money and connections could bury what he did to my brother’s construction company. Thinks no one would remember how he bribed the inspectors, how he falsified those safety reports that led to the collapse.
Twelve men died that day. Including my brother, David.
James walked away with a government contract worth millions while my family lost everything overnight. My father drank himself to death within two years. My mother followed soon after, her heart giving out from the stress and grief.
But
