He looked up, a cold, triumphant smile spreading across his face.

Behind him, the heavy velvet drapes were drawn tight against the storm.

“Ryker,” Voss said, his voice dripping with false warmth. “I see you brought your little lawyer.”

“Let’s get this over with,” Ryker said, walking into the room.

I followed, holding my briefcase tightly against my side.

Voss stood up, his eyes scanning Ryker’s coat.

“Did you bring the documents?” Voss asked.

I stepped forward and opened my briefcase, placing the printed papers on the table.

“The transfer of voting shares,” I said. “All drafted to your specifications.”

Voss reached out and turned the pages, his fingers sliding over the heavy paper.

He looked up at Ryker, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“You yielded much quicker than I expected,” Voss said.

“I care about my family,” Ryker said, his voice calm. “You wanted to destroy me. Now you have the company. Leave the children out of it.”

Voss chuckled, a dry, grating sound.

“You always were soft, Ryker,” Voss said. “Just like your sister.”

Ryker’s eyes flashed with a dangerous light, but he kept his voice steady.