Chapter 13 · free to read
Twelve days. One product launch. Eight hundred investors and a live national feed.
I wanted to see whether my reckless son could make a bought man refuse the money. He had refused it. That was the trouble.
The favourite had watched the old man look at his brother, and it had done something to him that ambition alone never managed.
The board called an emergency vote for seven days' time. Somebody would be named, and it was not going to be the one whose product had just died on a stage.
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