JAMES

“James… I didn’t expect to get a call from you, at least not so soon,” Don said, amusement in his voice.

“The auction. I know it was your men who took the box. I need it back,” I said, my back facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

“That’s a great accusation, James,” he said, his accent thick and undeniable.

“Don’t play games with me,” I said in Chinese.

“I thought you never liked Chinese, James.” His calm tenor infuriated me, and all I wanted was what ...