Charles’ POV
There was something about silence that made me itch. Not the kind of silence you get in a peaceful night or a lover’s embrace..No, The silence that hung in my penthouse office was the kind before a storm, heavy, pregnant with betrayal.
I poured a glass of brandy, staring down at the city skyline. The Stanford estate glittered in the distance like a kingdom that should’ve been mine. No,I corrected myself, It still would be....was just running out of time to take it.
“Sir, you’ve received a response,” my assistant, Marcie, said as she stepped in, heels tapping on marble like a countdown clock.
I turned. “From who?”
“Niina Stanford. Or someone in her circle. The message was indirect, but they’re watching.”
Good, Let them watch.
“Get me the numbers on Grayson Holdings. I w
