Daniel’s POV

“I’m fine,” I told the doctor. “Healthy enough to be discharged. I’ll schedule follow-up appointments.”

I’m not sleeping here. Not while my company falls apart without me.

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Monday morning, the boardroom feels smaller than it used to.

Twelve faces stare at me from across the mahogany table. Some are sympathetic. Most hostile.

Marcus Hale sits at the far end, perfectly tailored suit, predator's smile. He's been circling for months. Now he's moving in to ...