Chapter 28

I went still, listening. My fingers tightened around the laptop's edge, the cool metal suddenly warm under my grip. The entire floor had emptied hours ago.

Logic told me to leave. It was late. Past late. The security guard downstairs would be making his rounds soon, and I had no business hanging around in a mostly empty building with my boss somewhere behind a door like a storm waiting to happen.

But curiosity is a dangerous thing. And mine had teeth.

I'd never seen him lose control of anything. Not his temper during the Morrison Industries disaster, when three months of negotiations fell apart in a single phone call. Not his composure when the board questioned his expansion into the European markets.

Killian Vale was control incarnate. Every word calculated, every gesture purposeful, every decision made with the kind of cold precision that had built his company from a mid-tier consulting firm into one of the most feared names in corporate acquisitions.

So what was he doing here at ei