The boardroom buzzed with tension.

    Kingsley stood at the head of the long polished table, twenty faces staring at him — some skeptical, some angry, some calculating.

    Kingsley sat at the head of the long mahogany table, his fingers steepled under his chin, his sharp blue eyes flicking over the faces of the board members.

    To his left, Michael Rowe — his father — sat with his arms crossed, jaw tight. To his right, Anna ...