Inside the private lounge of an upscale private club, Adrian Vale leaned against the leather bar, his phone pressed firmly to his ear. Outside the high floor-to-ceiling windows, the afternoon sun gleamed off the glass skyscrapers, but Adrian's attention was entirely fixed on the trading monitors streaming live stock updates.
"Marcus," Adrian said into the mic, his brow furrowing as he watched the ticker symbols flash red and white. "What the hell is your family doing? The Sheele Group is sweeping up millions of secondary shares in Newman Enterprise Group. Jake is in the middle of tearing them apart—why are you guys stepping in?"
On the other end of the line, Marcus Sheele let out a low, weary exhale.
