"Uncle Walter." My voice was steady. "This is Hailey Henson. I have a proposition."
Hesitant silence on the other end. I cut through it coldly.
"I hold twenty percent of the Vance Group's equity. I can help you take the company. In exchange, I want Adrian Vance destroyed."
The silence stretched.
Then a deep, firm voice replied. "Alright. Thirty minutes. Meet me at the café."