Thursday. DDM Inc., Ju***, Mexico.
ARTURO LOBO SQUINTED AT the computer screen, his mind shuffling the numbers into imaginary columns. He couldn't risk creating his own file or even writing the quantities down without the Asclepius Health systems recording his every keystroke then there were the cameras in each office.
Once more he cursed the spirit of his father. The man had been on the brink of death when he sold the company he'd created and grown, robbing Arturo of his inheritance. He was fairly certain the old man had done it out of spite. He'd known for a long time that he was losing sway with the executives, that it was Arturo really running things. But not anymore.
DDM Inc. had once been the largest provider of medicine to Mexico and Central America. Their pharmacies were in most
