Martin was still standing at the window when his phone rang.
He glanced at the screen.
Victor Kane.
He answered immediately.
"Tell me you have something."
Victor's voice came through tight and careful, the tone of a man who hated delivering bad news.
"I tried every angle, boss. I pulled every favor. I even floated the idea of a health scare or a sudden business emergency to delay the party. Nothing sticks. Your father and Victor Thorne have locked this down tight. The board is already excited. The press has been tipped off. The venue, the caterers, the photographers—everything is in motion. If you pull out now, it won't just be messy. It'll look like you're sabotaging the biggest merger in Voss Éclat history."
Martin's free hand clenched into a fist at his side.
"So what are you saying?"
Victor exhaled.
