EZEKIEL'S POV

I slammed my phone onto the desk, the plastic rattling against the wood.

“They’re gone,” I muttered, voice sharp, cracking. “Every last one of them. All my suppliers… gone. Just like that.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, calm as ever. “Gone?”

“Yes!” I snapped, leaning forward, knuckles white on the armrests. “They took her money. Isabella’s. She offered more than I could. More than I ever could. And they left me. My company… everything we built, it’s ...