Chapter 3 - The Price of Loyalty
Inside the mansion, the luxury felt suffocating. Caleb stood on a rug that cost more than his annual salary, his dirty boots staining the imported wool.
Grant sat behind his desk, pouring two glasses of whiskey. He pushed one toward Caleb. “Why? You’ve worked for me for eleven years. I haven't said two words to you in three. Why risk your life for a man who treated you like a fixture on the wall?”
Caleb took the glass, his hands still trembling slightly. “You gave me a job when no one else would, sir. After my father died, after the debt collectors took the house… you didn't ask questions. You just told me to look after the horses. You were fair. In this world, fairness is worth dying for.”
Grant stared into his glass. “Fairness. I’ve been so busy building an empire that I forgot the people who kept it standing.”
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Suddenly, the intercom buzzed. It was the lead security officer. “Sir, we found a ledger in the master bedroom. It’s not just the driver. There are names here—lawyers, offshore bankers, and… your brother’s signature.”
Grant froze. His brother, Julian, had been angling for control of Harrington shipping for years. The realization hit him like a physical blow: the bomb hadn't just been a wife’s revenge; it was a corporate takeover.
