Zeroed Out
His shoulders shook violently, and a single hot tear rolled down his face.
His voice, muffled against the pillow, grew hoarse until only a whisper remained. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
His phone buzzed again. His assistant was on the other end, voice tight with urgency. "Mr. Wynn, 60% of Wynn Group's shares have just been transferred out."
Jasper pulled himself together and rushed to the office. When he pushed open the conference room doors, the board members were already waiting, and not one of them looked sympathetic.