That was worth more, in the end, than every dollar of loyalty I had ever purchased.

Chapter 9 — Why Friday

“Friday,” I said, my voice growing stronger as adrenaline moved through me.

“Tell me why Friday.”

Elena reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, a discarded draft she had recovered from the suite’s wastebasket while emptying it.

“She was on the phone with your cousin Anthony yesterday,” she said.

“They’re triggering an emergency clause in your corporate charter, at midnight on Thursday.

If you’re declared brain-dead or deceased by Friday morning, full voting control of the company shifts to Anthony.