Ambrose's POV
The morning sky shone off the glass walls of my office, turning the city down below into shards of gold.
I stood before the window, coffee hot and untouched on my desk, watching the traffic move slowly below. From this height, everything looked like it didn't matter. That was fitting.
Everything is under me as it should be.
Lucan entered, tablet in hand. His eyes were wide with restrained happiness like he had won something. "The state defence entered Pamela's building yesterday. Reporters were waiting outside, cameras everywhere. The board is in disarray."
I smiled lightly. "Good. The hook is in."
Lucan scrolled through his screen. "Most of her company's accounts are already under audit. Once the defence department files their first report, suppliers will panic."
"Let them," I said, turning from the window. "Panic is the beginning of collapse. And collapse is the beginning of control."
