Deadly Game
I plugged the drive into the main digital projector dock built into the center of the mahogany table.
"I am afraid there has been a slight misunderstanding, gentlemen," I said. My voice dropped its soft, trembling tone, instantly hardening into the icy, lethal pitch of Vesper.
The main projector screen at the front of the room flashed to life, displaying a massive, highly detailed financial ledger.
Julian Sterling’s face drained of color in an instant.
"What is the meaning of this?" Marcus snapped, slamming his hand on the table as he stood up. "Turn that off!"