THIRD PERSON'S POV, NARRATOR'S POV

Zane tossed his tie away along with his suit jacket. It was Ross on the other side of the line. He was sober enough to know that.

And was mad as hell too.

If the bastard had done as planned he wouldn't be competing against his brother for what was rightfully his.

“The hell do you want Ross? The hell do you want?”

“you sound drunk?” Ross said pointing out the incoherence of his words and the extra anger.”

“So?”

“Well, now ...