As Cain stormed away from the Sterling Group building, his fists clenched and jaw set, Jack watched him with a calm, calculating expression.
The young heir was a fool, driven by ego rather than strategy. Jack had seen his kind countless times—men who believed they could seize power through bluster and manipulation rather than merit.
They were always predictable, and predictability was a weakness.
Jack pulled his phone from his pocket, his finger hovering over Lucas’s contact for a moment before dialing.
“Lucas.”
Jack said as soon as the call connected.
“Give me an update. I want to know if Amara’s met with anyone else since her little chat with Warreck.”
Lucas’s voice was brisk and efficient.
“She’s been meeting with a lawyer—Dominic Hale. He’s known for handling corporate disputes
