The phone felt like a block of ice in my hand. The glowing screen seemed to burn a hole in the dim light of the hotel room. I wonder what Lacroix would think of this? The words were a serpent coiling in my gut, cold and venomous. This wasn't just about Nexus Tech anymore. This was personal. This was a threat that could unravel everything.
My first instinct was to call Charles. To rage, to demand answers, to let him handle it. But I stopped myself, my thumb hovering over his contact. That would be a mistake. It would be admitting weakness, confirming that I was in over my head. It would be proving the blackmailer right. I was on my own.
