Not Ronald’s folder.
A different one.
One delivered minutes earlier by courier.
His eyes moved across the first page.
Then the second.
Then he looked up.
“Ronald,” he said calmly, “why did Harrison Global’s legal department send me a cease-and-desist letter at seven this morning?”
Ronald froze.
Priscilla’s pearls shifted against her throat.
Kessler continued, “And why does it state that Cobb Meridian has no relationship, strategic alignment, financing partnership, advisory role, consulting arrangement, access agreement, or implied affiliation with Harrison Global Holdings?”
Ronald’s mouth opened.
No words came.
One investor stood immediately.
Another began gathering his papers.
Ronald lifted both hands. “There has been a misunderstanding.”
Kessler’s voice remained pleasant.
“I dislike misunderstandings involving my money.”
Ronald looked toward the door.
For one wild second, I thought he might run.
Instead, he did what Ronald always did when cornered.
He attacked someone weaker.
He turned to Sienna, who had entered with Victor and two attorneys.
