"You should know by now that in Greystone City, I have a hundred ways to make you disappear."
"Sign it. It's better for everyone."
I took the settlement agreement.
My right hand throbbed so badly I could barely grip the pen.
I switched to my left hand and scrawled my name in jagged, uneven letters.
Satisfaction settled across Dirk's face.
"There we go. Smart people know when to accept reality."
He picked up the signed agreement and walked out without a backward glance.
What he didn't know was this:
Beneath that settlement agreement, my phone had been hidden the entire time.
Every word he'd just said, his own admission that Amy had ordered the assault, had been recorded. Crystal clear.
I knew the recording alone wasn't enough to take down the Harding family.
But I could wait.
After I was discharged, I vanished.
I locked myself inside a run-down basement apartment.
My right hand was useless, so I trained my left.
My sense of touch was gone, so I sharpened my eyes.
I threw myself into researching Harding Group's luxury retail operations.
Dirk had been preparing an unprecedented "Global Limited Edition Auction" to prove his worth to his family.
It was his ticket to the throne.