The other end of the line was silent for several seconds.
Then, a cool voice spoke, "Care to join, Kade?"
Kian Sterling's gaze swept coolly over the person sitting across from him. "I can't get away."
Silas Norwood gave a soft hum of acknowledgment and hung up.
The business and political mixer at the hotel was still in full swing. Kian Sterling, looking bored, stubbed out his cigarette and gestured to a nearby waiter.
"A glass of whiskey. On the rocks."
A glass of whiskey was quickly brought over.
Across from him, a light chuckle broke the silence, an attempt to build rapport. "You seem a little troubled, Chairman Sterling. Was it because of that call?"
Kian Sterling gripped the golden glass, his tone cold and laced with obvious disgust. "My business is none of the Eldest Young Master Sutton's concern."
