LOGINChapter 213: Beginning of a DoomMarcus Jefferson had not had a moment's rest since the officers left his office. Every sound in the hallway made him flinch; every buzz of his phone sent his stomach into his throat. By that afternoon, the fear had settled into something permanent, a weight sitting on his chest that would not lift.The receptionist called up to his office a little after two. "Mr. Jefferson, there is a delivery package down here for you. It does not have a return address. Should I send it up?""Send it up," Marcus said, though something in his gut told him not to.A few minutes later, one of the junior staff knocked and set a plain brown box on his desk. Marcus waited until the door closed before tearing it open, and the second he saw what was inside, the air left his lungs completely.A photograph sat on top, his wife and two children tied to chairs in a bare room, fear frozen on all three faces. Beneath the photograph, wrapped in newspaper, sat a burner phone.Marcus'
Chapter 212Marcus Jefferson's face went hard the second the word got out. "You have been bullshitting me this entire meeting.""I learned from the best," Jackson said, closing the folder in front of him without a hint of shame.Marcus's phone buzzed in his pocket before he could respond. He stepped to the side of the room and answered it low, his back turned, but Jackson watched his shoulders stiffen with every word he heard. Whoever was on the other end- an escape driver from the warehouse crew, by the sound of the panic in Marcus's voice- was telling him something he clearly did not want to hear.Marcus lowered the phone slowly and turned back to the room, his face pale under the fluorescent lights. He understood now, plain as anything, how badly he had been played. There was no version of this morning where Jackson Maddox was ever going to let go of the company, and every minute Marcus had spent waiting in that room had been wasted on purpose."This meeting is over," Marcus said,
Chapter 211: Dynamic FeelingThe feeling in the room was different from anything before it. Liam paced by the window while Jackson buttoned his shirt, hands steadier than they had any right to be after a night with no sleep."You need him to believe you are actually about to sign," Liam said. "If Marcus smells anything off, he calls Voss, and Voss panics. A panicked man with a gun in that warehouse is the last thing we need, especially when Avery is still there.""I know how to stall a room full of board members," Jackson said. "I have been doing it my whole career.""This is not a budget meeting, Jackson.""No," Jackson said, pulling on his jacket. "It is worse. But the principle is the same. Keep them talking about anything except the one thing they actually want."Liam caught his arm before he reached the door. "Buy us as much time as you can. The second Mackenzie gives the signal at the warehouse, we move. Until then, you keep that room spinning in circles.""How long do you think
Chapter 210: You Want The SeatJackson had not slept in almost two days. His eyes were rimmed red and his hands would not stop shaking by the time he and Liam pulled up to Janet's mother's hotel to drop off the baby. Janet met them in the lobby, phone already in hand."I pulled something from the blackmailing footage," she said. "The building in the background of one shot matches a construction style. It narrows things down. Two of Marcus's properties fit and six of Voss's.""That is still eight buildings," Jackson said, frustration cracking his voice."It is better than twenty-three," Liam said, squeezing his shoulder. "We keep working it.""How sure are you about the footage?" Jackson asked."Sure enough," Janet said. "The roofline in the background matches an industrial style used by one contractor. That contractor only worked on a handful of buildings in this city, and I cross checked it against both lists.""You did all that in just that moment we called you?" Liam asked."I did
Chapter 209: Bitch Has No LimitLiam shook his head before Morgana even finished the sentence. "No. He will smell something off if Jackson just signs without a fight.""He is right," Jackson said, rubbing his eyes. "Voss expects resistance. If I fold too easy, he knows we are up to something.""Fine," Morgana said. "Then we wait for his next call. In the meantime, reach out to that journalist and any contact you still have.""I will do that now," Jackson said, already pulling out his phone. "Will you keep the baby with you tonight?"Morgana looked down at the sleeping child in her arms. "I was thinking we take her to Janet's mother instead. Safer with someone outside all this.""That is the better play," Liam said. "We are all too deep in this now to keep a baby in the middle of it.""Wait," Jackson said suddenly. "Can we call Janet back? She was never actually in danger. Voss used her to pull our attention away so he could grab who he really wanted.""Avery," Morgana finished
Chapter 208The apartment was too quiet for what was happening. Jackson paced from the window to the couch and back again, his phone gripped so hard his knuckles had gone pale."We need to move now," Jackson said. "Not tomorrow. Not in an hour. Now."Liam stood in front of him and put both hands on his shoulders. "Jackson, listen to me. If you rush this, you hand Voss exactly what he wants.""He has my sister!""I know that." Liam's voice cracked, but he held steady. "You think I don't know that? But this man does not make mistakes. Marcus works for him, and neither of them plays games they can lose."Jackson pulled away and dropped onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. "Then what do you want me to do, Liam? Sit here and wait while she is somewhere scared out of her mind?""Wait, you are not actually going to let go of the company because Marcus threatened to kill Avery.""Watch me sign away every dime of it. I am not letting my sister die for a stupid contract that my father
Third person's POV Jackson's hand stayed on the door handle much longer than it needed to. He stood there in the warm afternoon sunshine, but he didn't seem to notice how nice the weather was. His face looked tight and stressed - a mix of anger and shock at what had just happened inside the ho
Third person's POV Liam stood in their bedroom, looking tired and frustrated. He stared at Avery for a long moment, then slowly shook his head from side to side."You're not thinking clearly right now. You need to get some sleep, please," Liam said in a gentle but firm voice.Avery let out a sharp
Third person's POV Lincoln remained calm despite his client's outburst. He had seen Astor lose his temper many times over the years, and he knew the best strategy was to wait for the anger to pass. "Mr. Sinclair, please lower your voice," Lincoln said quietly. "We're in a public place, even if
Third Person's POVAT THE OFFICELIAM SINCLAIRLife doesn't always start smoothly or perfectly for most people. Sometimes life feels like it's kicking you in the stomach repeatedly and giving you angry, frustrated looks. It punches you when you're already down and creates chaos in your world.But







