Nathan Kingsley sat in the corner booth of The Dorchester bar, swirling his third whisky and watching the entrance with predatory patience. The soft jazz playing overhead did nothing to calm the excitement thrumming through his veins. Opportunity. That's what Adrian's spectacular downfall represented. Pure, beautiful opportunity.He'd watched his cousin self-destruct over the past two weeks with a mixture of amusement and calculation. Adrian, the golden boy, the perfect heir, the one who could do no wrong in the eyes of the board, was finally showing cracks. Deep, irreparable cracks.His phone buzzed. A message from his contact at the PR firm.‘New developments. Call me.’Nathan smiled into his drink. He'd been paying Sophia Ward very well for information, and she hadn't disappointed yet. The woman was a shark, exactly the kind of person I was looking for.He stepped outside into the cold November evening and dialed."Tell me something good, Sophia.""Better than good." Her voice was
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