I stared at him while the car sped down the dark street. His uncle had planned this trap before we even walked into the dining room. Thomas wanted Mason distracted, so he used the family dinner as a shield to orchestrate a corporate ambush behind our backs.
"We need to go to your study as soon as we arrive at the house," I said. "You cannot fight a board of directors if you do not have a strategy, and we have the rest of the night to figure out a plan."
Mason nodded his head and put his phone back into his suit jacket. We did not speak for the remainder of the drive.
Leon parked the vehicle, and we walked through the front doors of the estate. The mansion was dark and quiet because the household staff was asleep. We bypassed the main staircase and walked straight into Mason's large office on the first floor.
