David's pov
I sat in the dark and watched the screen go black.
One moment the feed was there. Clara in the library. That bastard Julian in her lap. Her voice dripping with contempt as she said my name like it was something dirty she was scraping off her shoe. And then nothing. Static. A dead signal where my empire used to be.
I threw my laptop across the room. It hit the wall and shattered, sparks flying, plastic cracking. It did not make me feel better. Nothing made me feel better anymore. My ribs were wrapped in bandages from where Marcus had worked me over. My nose was crooked, healing wrong because I could not afford a decent surgeon. My house was empty. My accounts were frozen. My lawyers were gone. My executives had stopped returning my calls three hours ago when Arthur Sterling w
