certificates, and blank Opeline stock registers into his leather briefcase. Sweat soaked his stiff collar, his silk tie askew, his eyes wide with the frantic, messy greed of a desperate man.
The intercom clicked beside me. Tasha spoke over the secure connection.
“Madam Chairman, Keating and Sutter have just sat down at the head table. Richard is sitting entirely alone at the other end. He looks… shattered, Blair. He asked the server twice if you were coming. The server followed your protocol and informed him you were en route.”
“And