the exchange in complete horror, realizing that a corporate war was unfolding before her. This was not a routine business transition; it was a hostile seizure executed with surgical perfection.
They exited the terminal doors into the brisk Chicago morning, where a long black sedan was idling. Raymond held the rear door open, and Evan waited patiently for Darla to step inside the vehicle.
She climbed into the spacious, leather-lined interior, feeling smaller and more vulnerable than she ever had before. Evan sat beside her, at once opening his tablet to review the latest security updates from the office.
the sedan glided smoothly away from the curb, joining dense highway traffic toward downtown. The silence inside the vehicle was heavy, broken only by the hum of tires.
Darla stared out the tinted window at the passing billboards, many of which displayed advertisements for logistics companies. Her husband had spent years
