The silver briefcase sat perfectly centered on the walnut desk.
The senior crisis manager for Aegis Global stood in the center of the frosted-glass office, her hands clasped loosely in front of her bone-white overcoat.
She hadn't brought a weapon. She hadn't even brought threats.
She had brought a white flag.
"The board in Geneva recognizes that the operational parameters have shifted, Mr. Russo," Evelyn said. Her voice was devoid of the aristocratic arrogance Elias Thorne had carried. It was the voice of an actuary reading a catastrophic loss report. "The short positions you executed, combined with the exposure of the offshore ledgers, have created an untenable environment for our shareholders."
Ryan remained seated, his hands resting on the armrests of his chair. "You're bleeding out."
