Putting Bonnie aside, whether in business or in anything else, Dante Flagg was not someone one should ever want as an enemy. But now, it was too late,what happened had already happened.
Charlie flicked the ash from his cigarette, his gaze lowered. "Tens of billions in market value wiped out, and now Barton Flagg added to the mix. That's enough to keep him scrambling. The rest, leave it."
Silence stretched long.
Derek turned his head toward Charlie and stared at him, ten full seconds, at least.
Only when the look became impossible to ignore did Charlie frown and glance back at him, his voice cool. "What are you staring at?"
Derek never looked away. He bit down lightly on his molars, eyes fixed on that frozen mask of Charlie's face. After a pause, he let out a quiet, derisive laugh.
Then came the words, dripping with irony, "You seems to like Dante Flagg quite a bit."
The implication was clear, this vendetta against Dante ended here.
Charlie: "..."
