Mrs Riley's POVAs I sipped my second glass of wine, a colder thought slipped into my mind. Buying board votes was good, and working on Gramps through Marcel was smart. But what if Raphael simply

wasn't an option anymore?

Not physically, of course. I wasn't that far gone. But what if his reputation was so damaged that even Gramps couldn't justify making him CEO?

I set my glass down and walked to the window, staring out at the night. The darkest ideas always came after sunset, it ...