Isabella sat in the back of her sleek black car, fingers drumming against her knee as the city lights blurred past. Claire sat beside her, scrolling through her tablet.
"Victor Harrington agreed to meet," Claire reported. "But he's wary. He knows about Riverton's hesitation."
Of course, he did. Harrington didn't make billion-dollar moves without knowing all the risks.
"Then we convince him that investing in Titan Freight is worth it," Isabella said firmly.
The car pulled up in front of The Harrington Hotel, one of the most exclusive venues in the city. The moment she stepped inside, Isabella felt the weight of the night pressing down on her.
This meeting had to go perfectly—or she would lose everything.
Blackwood Enterprises – Cutting In
Alexander adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit as he stepped out of his car, his eyes locking onto the entrance of The Harrington Hotel.
He had one goal tonight—get to Victor Harrington before Isabella did.
His sources had confirmed that Carter Consulting's meeting was scheduled for 8:00 PM. That gave him twenty minutes.
Plenty of time.
As he walked into the lounge, his gaze swept the room until he spotted his target—Victor Harrington, seated near the bar, nursing a glass of bourbon.
Alexander smirked. Game on.
The Interception
Victor Harrington looked up as Alexander slid into the seat across from him. The older man arched an eyebrow. "Alexander. Didn't expect to see you here tonight."
Alexander offered a cool smile. "Just thought we should talk before your meeting with Carter."
Victor leaned back, intrigued. "You know about that, do you?"
"I make it my business to know." Alexander signaled for a drink. "And I also know that investing in Titan Freight isn't in your best interest."
Victor chuckled. "And why is that?"
Alexander's smile didn't falter. "Because I can offer you something better."
A Sudden Change
Meanwhile, Isabella was being led to the private dining room where her meeting was supposed to take place. But when she arrived, Victor wasn't there.
Her heart dropped. "Where is he?"
The hostess hesitated. "Mr. Harrington was… delayed."
Delayed? Or intercepted?
Claire checked her phone, her face turning grim. "Alexander is here."
Realization slammed into Isabella. He had gotten to Harrington first.
Her jaw tightened. Damn him.
This was no longer just business.
It was war.