Pamela's POV
The whole situation started silently. The hurricane growing quietly before I woke up. Like the beginning of a war.
There were no loud noises or civilians running for safety, or soldiers running with battle cues.
No.
They were just upsetting messages popping up on my phone as the day began.
The bank account was not accessible. Frozen. The money was being checked.
The agreement with the current supplier was stopped because of government rules.
The price of the stock was going down.
I had to do something right away.
Each message felt like a stab. By the time I got to my office, my brothers were already there, and their anger was like a buzzing in the air.
Amarok punched the table hard. "This is a fight, Pamela! He is hurting us badly without using any weapons."
My other brother, Denise leaned in, his voice sharp. "Our suppliers are not picking up the phone. The buyers are backing out. We cannot move what we make or the money. He is holding us tight."
