"What do you want, Alexander Blackwell?" he demanded. "Because we both know this isn't about the money. We both know I don't owe you a dime."
I smirked.
There it was. Conrad had finally abandoned the pretence that he was merely disputing a financial claim. He had never expected the conversation to remain about the money, and neither had I. The demand was one part of a much larger problem, but I had no intention of laying out my entire position for him until he was angry enough.
I let him stand there, waiting for an answer I had no particular interest in giving him yet.
His frustration was becoming increasingly difficult for him to conceal. I could see it in the way his shoulders stiffened and his jaw worked as he tried to rein himself in. The more I refused to tell him, the more agitat
