CHAPTER 33

“THEN WE FIGHT TOGETHER.”

In a dark, quiet room, lit by one overhead bulb, a man sat behind a polished table. His suit was sharp. His eyes were colder than stone. He dialed a number on his phone and waited.

The call connected.

“Carlos,” the man said.

Mr. Carlos’s voice came through the line. “You got news?”

“It’s time. Plan A failed. Time for Plan B.”

Carlos grunted. “She’s getting bold. The board listens to her now. She’s even cleaning up my ...