Meanwhile, in the sleek boardroom on the top floor of Wolfe Apex Global, Derek sat at the head of the long glass table. Nana was on his right, Uncle Crane on his left, Brian and several other Wolfe family shareholders, and some Volkov investors filling the rest of the seats. The meeting had been dragging on for nearly two hours, charts and figures flashing across the large screen.
Derek's phone, resting face-up on the table, buzzed once. He glanced down at the screen, seeing a debit alert. A large one. He ignored it, returning his attention to the speaker's droning voice. But then it buzzed again. And again. And five seconds later, again. The alerts began to come in a rapid-fire sequence, the phone dancing across the glass. The entire table started to notice. Heads turned. Uncle Crane raised an eyebrow. Brian smirked faintly. Nana looked at Derek.
