The emergency family meeting was scheduled for three o'clock, but the first blow in Victor's war came at 9:47 AM when Morrison burst into the breakfast room with his tablet in hand and panic written across his usually composed face.
"Sir, we have a problem," he announced, not bothering with his usual polite preliminaries. "A massive problem."
Damon set down his coffee cup with deliberate calm, but I could feel his tension spike through our mate bond. "What kind of problem?"
"Cross Industries and Blackwood Industries just announced their merger," Morrison said, placing his tablet on the table so we could see the news alert. "The deal was finalized at midnight. They're calling it the 'Cross-Blackwood Consortium' and they're already moving to acquire three of our major European partners."
