Zander
The envelope sat in the middle of Mario’s desk like it had a heartbeat.
No one touched it.
Not me.
Not Gina.
Not even Papa, and this was his office.
It was amazing how something so ordinary could change the atmosphere in a room. It wasn’t large. It wasn’t marked with a threat. There wasn’t a drop of blood or a cryptic symbol drawn across the front.
Just one word.
Zander.
Written in neat black ink.
That somehow made it worse.
Whoever had delivered it knew me well enough to use the name almost no one outside my family knew. They hadn’t addressed it to Zane Preston, CEO of Preston Enterprises.
They addressed it to the man behind the title.
The man I’d spent years hiding.
Michael arrived less than ten minutes later.
He didn’t come alone.
Two members of Preston Enterprise
