Captain Koker stared at his phone screen, reading the message for the fifth time. The number was blocked, untraceable, but the words burned into his mind.
"Your Singapore debts are coming due. Your daughter will pay what you owe."
A threat hanging all over him.
He set the phone down and walked to his office window, looking out at the New York skyline. Singapore. That word kept echoing in his head, dragging up memories he'd buried under years of success and new ventures.
He pressed the intercom. "Bring me the Singapore files. Everything from the shutdown."
His assistant's voice crackled back. "Sir, those files are in storage. It'll take some time."
"I don't care how long it takes. Get them."
Two hours later, boxes lined his office floor. Koker sat among them, pulling out folders and spreading papers across his desk. Employee lists, termination notices, financial statements, legal documents from the liquidation.
