Chapter 13 - The Ghost of Zurich
The morning after the gala, the atmosphere in the Callaway Tower penthouse was suffocating. Noah was playing happily with his toy trucks, oblivious to the storm brewing around him.
Roman sat at his mahogany desk, staring at a legal document Marcus had just delivered. Julian Voss hadn't just come to make a scene; he had filed a massive federal lawsuit claiming that the land the foundation was built on had been illegally seized through corporate coercion. Worse, Julian had acquired a 15% hostile stake in Callaway Enterprises through a network of shell companies overnight.
"He’s aiming for the board, Roman," Marcus warned. "He’s targeting the shareholders who were loyal to the old regime."
Isla walked into the study, carrying a tray of coffee. She set it down and placed a reassuring hand on Roman's tense shoulders. "He wants to provoke you, Roman. He wants the ruthless beast the media always talks about. Don't give him that satisfaction."
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Roman took her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "He’s threatening our foundation, Isla. He’s threatening the safety I built for you and Noah."
"Then we fight him with intelligence, not just raw power," Isla said, her eyes flashing with the same fierce determination Roman had fallen in love with in that cold stairwell a year ago. "Let me help. I know how people like the Vosses operate. They hide their dirt in the charities they pretend to support."
