The Imposter in my bed
I just recited vows to a monster while the only woman I have ever loved looked at me with absolute devastation.
"Unless that file is a signed confession from Victor, Collins, I don't give a damn," I say, pouring myself three fingers of scotch.
"It's not Victor," Collins says, his voice tight with professional panic. "It's the company. We are under attack. Someone just triggered a hostile takeover of Jackson Corp."
I stop pouring. I turn around, setting the crystal decanter down. "What are you talking about?"
"A ghost buyer," Collins explains, opening the file and spreading financial spreadsheets across my desk.
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