The late evening air was thick with tension as Jaxon confronted Zachary at the elevator.

"Mr. Adams, when exactly will you release my shipment?" Jaxon's lips tightened, his unfathomable eyes filled with danger. The dim lighting in the hallway cast shadows across his face, making his expression even more menacing.

Zachary studied his expression carefully, as if trying to see through to Jaxon's true intentions. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken ...