Rage seeped from William's every pore, warping the air around him like heat off asphalt. His previously good mood shattered into shards. In that moment, he felt he could strangle anyone who so much as irritated him.
Jennifer, sensing the fury pulsing off him, asked again, "Dad, what happened? Why are you so angry?"
William let out a bitter grunt. "What else? Elliot Grant. That son of a bitch."
The words burned on his tongue, but fury clogged his throat, halting further speech. He took several sharp breaths, forcing the fire down before it could consume him.
"He's called an emergency shareholder meeting. Tomorrow." William's voice was tight, clipped. "Because of the company's recent downturn, some of the other shareholders have aligned with him. They're planning to vote me out."
His jaw clenched so hard it looked as though he might crack a tooth.
