The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 935

"We're talking about Callahan Langley here..."

Fitch couldn't put his finger on it, but mixed with his relief was a deep sense of dread. Even if the mastermind had taken Callahan out, the Langley Group was a monolith. If this ever traced back to him, he was a dead man.

"Relax," the man said smoothly, easily reading the panic radiating through the phone. "All you need to do is pretend you never knew a thing about this. Play your part, get me the Sloan Group, and you'll walk away without a scratch."

"I know."

This wasn't the first time the man had fed him this line. Lately, the prospect of acquiring the Sloan Group didn't bring Fitch the thrill it used to. It only brought a mounting, exhausting anxiety.

Still on edge, Fitch cautiously pressed the issue. "Sir, are you absolutely certain you saw them go down? I'm not questioning your methods, it's just... Callahan's people aren't amateurs. Unless there are bodies, shouldn't we verify—"

The man's voice dropped to a freezing temperature. "Are you questioning my competence, Fitch?"

He paused, letting the silence turn suffocating. "When I say a problem is handled, it's handled. Your focus shouldn't be on dead men. Our time is valuable. Get back to work on the Sloan Group."

This was getting irritating. If Fitch wasn't still a useful proxy, the man would have already found a replacement. Fitch was too cowardly, always looking over his shoulder. No wonder he had spent his entire career stuck in the middle tier of the corporate ladder.

Suitably terrified, Fitch immediately backed down. "Yes, of course, I understand! I was just overthinking it. I trust your work completely."

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