Chapter Fifty-Eight: Shadows and Codes
Zane POV:
I was pacing my office like a caged animal, frustration boiling within me like a tempest. The screens on my wall, usually a source of pride with their streams of financial data and pack communications, were now taunting me, displaying incomprehensible numbers and transactions that made no sense.
"Dammit!" I slammed my fist onto the desk, the impact sending a shiver through the wood, mirroring the storm inside me. "Who the f**k is behind this?"
Axel and Damon were on the speakerphone, their voices blending into the chaotic symphony of my fury. I could barely distinguish between their reports, each word another drop in the flood of bad news washing over me.
"...and then there's the shipment that never arrived," Axel was saying, his voice
