Desmond stormed into his office in a flurry, the sharp click of his shoes echoing ominously down the empty hallway.
The moment he stepped inside, he slammed the door with such force it rattled the glass panels, sending a tense silence through the floor.
He yanked off his tie with a growl of frustration, anger and disbelief bubbling dangerously beneath his skin.
With hands trembling from rage, he poured himself a glass of scotch from the crystal decanter and downed it in one gulp.
He still couldn't believe the message he had received a picture. A simple picture that threatened to unravel everything.
The board meeting had been adjourned, supposedly to give him time to clarify the situation, but in truth, he needed a moment to process, to confirm, and to restrategize.
Settling behind his expansive mahogany desk, he pulled his phone from his pocket, opened the message again and studied the image.
