“Think about it overnight, Jonathan,” Harrison called out as we turned toward the door.

“You have until nine tomorrow morning.”

“After that, the circus begins.”

We walked back to the elevator in silence.

The ride down felt faster, the sudden drop in my stomach sickening.

When we stepped out into the lobby, the cold air hit me like a slap.

I began to shake, the adrenaline leaving my system and leaving only raw terror.

“He means it,” I whispered as we got back into the car.

“I know,” Jonathan said, staring straight ahead at the rainy street.

“He will ruin us, Jonathan. He will take them.”

“I won’t let him,” Jonathan said, but his voice sounded hollow.

He looked out the window at the rain starting to smear the glass.

“There is only one way to stop him from using the media,” Jonathan said quietly.

I looked at him, his face shadowed by the passing streetlights.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“If I am not the CEO, Harrison has no leverage,” he said.

“The media only cares because of my position.”