Meanwhile, Colby’s brief meeting with Henry Duke had just come to an end.

Colby stood up, brushing imaginary lint off his sleeves. “I better get going before my wife starts complaining,” he said, glancing at the time.

Henry waved a hand dismissively. “Go on, lover boy. I’ll be here a bit longer. Got a few documents to review.”

Colby chuckled. “Still working on your big empire, huh?”

“Not exactly,” Henry muttered, flipping through some papers. “Turns out my nephew is having ...