Finally, a chance to meet that bastard again. Guy Nolin. Someone was going to lose today.
Two agonizing days had passed. Sarah called almost hourly, her voice dripping venom, counting down the seconds until she demanded two million. I never let on what I was doing behind the scenes.
Cora… she… fuck. She had kidnapped Charlotte. I owed her a big apologize. The poor girl must be traumatized because of me.
I sat in TechForge's glass-walled meeting room, the triangular table empty except for me and Anotta. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped the space, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline. One button on the console, and the glass would frost black, sealing us in. Two bodyguards loomed behind her—tall, broad, arms crossed, faces blank.
"I wonder what you'll do today, Evan," Anotta murmured, leaning back in her chair. "Hope I won't be disappointed."
"You're just like them," I shot back. "Getting off on watching people like me scramble to survive."
