Mr. Captain Koker was a man who never lost.
He had built his empire brick by brick, deal by deal, outsmarting other moguls and staying afloat in the business world of billionaires.
But today, he had lost.
The deal he'd pursued for nearly a year, an acquisition that would have made his conglomerate the largest logistics network in North America, had slipped through his fingers at the last possible second. A rival swooped in, undercutting his bid and luring away two of his allies. Billions in potential profits gone, evaporated in the span of one board meeting.
The conference room in Midtown Manhattan was still thick with the aftertaste of his fury. He had shattered a crystal tumbler against the mahogany wall, a spray of Scotch dripping down like blood. The executives he employed had left in silence, lowering their eyes, knowing better than to remain in the same room when he was angry.
