The lounge of Lawson Mansion.

Blake sat across from Wilton, sipping his coffee.

Outside, the rain poured down in sheets, flashes of lightning briefly lighting up the dark sky.

His eyes drifted for a moment toward the room where Ashley stood, then he reached for his mug and took a slow sip. A satisfied grin formed on his lips.

“So, how’s everything going?” he asked.

“Everything’s set, boss,” Wilton said evenly, taking a sip of his coffee. “More than a dozen companies we control ...