Owen opened his mouth to scream at me — and his personal cell phone began to vibrate violently on the mahogany table.

He ignored it. “I’m telling you, her claims are fabricated to extort us. She’s just trying to steal credit for my restructuring plan—”

The phone kept buzzing. Incoming Call: SARAH (Wife).

“Answer the damn phone, Owen,” Grayson snapped. “Your lack of focus is giving me a migraine.”

Owen shot him a venomous look, snatched the phone, and swiped. “Sarah, I’m in a crisis meeting. This better be—”

He stopped. The blood drained from his face so fast I thought he might pass out.