"Lance, you finally decided to show up in person."
There was a hint of something else in that greeting, like Catherine—the one Lance had sent before—just wasn’t up to the task.
Lance’s eyelids lifted just enough for his gaze to land on Ivan, cool and commanding.
Ivan had never met Lance before. Now, with that stare fixed on him, he felt his blood freeze. His whole body tingled with nerves.
"Catherine."
Lance spoke her name, his voice low and even.
Catherine got the message and rolled down the car window.
"There’s a meeting in half an hour. Don’t bother Lance until then."
Ivan’s face darkened.
He knew Lance was here to support Catherine, but he hadn’t expected him to be so direct, not even pretending to save face for him.
Ivan closed the car door, stepped back, and moved aside.
Catherine drove down to the underground parking lot. She was just about to open the door for Lance when she saw he was already out, closing the door behind him and straightening his shirt before heading toward the elevator with long, purposeful strides.
Catherine hurried after him. "Lance, I fired the PR manager and the head of security yesterday. Ivan’s definitely going to bring it up at the meeting."
"Yeah." Lance barely made a sound.
He reached the elevator before her and pressed the button. "Ever heard the saying, ‘like a ship without a captain’?"
Catherine stepped in after him, confusion flickering across her face. "Are you planning to make an example out of Ivan?"
"Ivan’s just the warm-up." Lance flexed his wrist, his eyes turning colder. "Your job is to keep Ivan in check and make sure nothing blows up. Once Ingram goes down, Ivan won’t be a problem anymore."
Lance never cared for games with the small fry.
Ingram thought Lance wouldn’t dare cross an old board member of SilverLeaf Industries. But Lance was more than ready to prove him wrong.
"So, when are you heading back to Cabinda?"
The question slipped out before Catherine could stop herself.
Lance’s eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed.
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