I release his throat and stand.
I’m halfway to the warehouse door, Afon and my men forming a protective triangle around me, when my phone rings.
The ringtone stops me cold.
It’s the one assigned to Harrison Miles, my attorney. The man doesn’t call to chat or deliver good news. He calls only when something has gone catastrophically, irreversibly wrong.
I pull the phone from my pocket and answer in a monotone. “What.”
“Mr. Lazarev…” He gulps. I don’t like the sound of that one bit. “The Lazarev Global board has called an emergency session. Tomorrow morning, nine o’clock.”
He hesitates again, which I like even less. “Sir… Mr. Kir has demanded a vote of no confidence in your leadership. He’s trying to oust you.”
I step out into the night and lean against the wall.
Fucking hell… my son
