*Alex*
I sat in the most comfortable chair in the room, in ostensibly the most powerful position. Both literally and figuratively, I sat at the head of the table. I was the undisputed master of all that I saw, the conductor of the financial symphony that was a billion-dollar multinational company.
So why did I feel so damn helpless?
I'd thought that Stanley Smith would provide the answers I sought. Only now, I had more questions than ever. Tom Billings had hired Smith, but only to spy on me and try to uncover something incriminating. Or something embarrassing, as in the case of my affair with Chloe.
That didn't mean that the former senator wasn't still behind the kidnapping attempt as well. Could it be a deliberate red herring? Something thrown into my path so I would lose sight of the
