Hank felt his nerves settle as soon as he heard Reese's calm voice. “Alright, got it. I’ll take care of it right now.” He hung up, and Reese turned to fill Matthew in on what was happening.
Matthew’s eyes turned icy, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “Joseph really can’t wait to dig his own grave, can he?”
“He thinks this will scare us off? That’s just wishful thinking.” Reese’s reply came with a trace of sarcasm. “He probably believes that if he snags the chairman’s seat at Ratcliff Global and takes down Vista Tech, he’ll have Bridger Lake’s business world in the palm of his hand.”
Matthew’s confidence was unshakable. “He’s in for a rude awakening. Today, he’ll learn what it means to set a trap for someone else and fall right into it himself.”
The drive didn’t take long. Soon, they pulled up in front of Ratcliff Global’s headquarters. The skyscraper towered above the city center, sleek and intimidating, a clear sign of Ratcliff Global’s dominance in Bridger Lake’s business scene. Yet to Reese, the building looked less like a symbol of power and more like a massive cage, filled with secrets and schemes waiting to unfold.
Shoulder to shoulder, they walked through the revolving doors into the lobby. The receptionist spotted Matthew and immediately straightened, her face flickering with surprise and nervous respect. “M...Mr. Wiles, you’re here.”
Matthew barely glanced her way as he strode toward the private elevator. “Boardroom. Top floor.”
The receptionist hurried to press the button and watched them disappear into the elevator, her posture nothing but respectful.



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