CHAPTER 24

  Christopher's POV

  I strode into the meeting room, my Italian leather shoes clicking against the polished floor. The New York skyline stretched out behind me, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows. A chorus of "Good morning, Mr. Wallace" greeted me as I entered. It was like walking onto a stage; these suits were my adoring audience.

  "Morning, folks," I said, flashing them my million-dollar smile. "Hope you're all caffeinated and ready to make some magic happen."

  I sat at the head of the table, surveying the room. To my right, Isaac twitched nervously. Maya sat left, her severe bun radiating intensity. The rest of the board members filled out the table, a sea of expectant faces.

  "Right," I said, clapping my hands together. "Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I've gone through your documents with a fine-tooth comb. Twice. And I've got to say, I'm impressed. Impressed enough to offer you a deal you'd be crazy to refuse."