Grant Harrington’s footsteps echoed off the sterile walls of the hospital corridor. With his phone pressed to his ear, he squeezed his eyes closed. Grant felt as though time had warped in the whirlwind twenty-four hours since Kyle's rescue and in the subsequent days of Lydia's stock acquisition. Every second in the hospital felt like an eternity, yet Lydia’s maneuvers against Harrington Global appeared to unfold at a breakneck pace.
At least his clever wife had found his missing son, and not a moment too soon. Despite having sustained life-threatening injuries, he had successfully made it through surgery. Though his condition was improving, Grant preferred to remain close to the hospital. He’d nearly lost his family last night, including his wife and daughter as they’d raced to find his son and attempted a daring rescue that resulted in them being attacked.
His urge to protect his family stopped him from racing to the office to protect his business. Grant wasn’t certain how long it would last, though. Overnight, his phone had become a battleground of alarming messages and urgent alerts. Things looked grim for Harrington Global.
With limited options, he failed to find a path forward. He braced himself for the looming inevitability of being removed as CEO of a business he’d built from the ground up.
The thought stung him as he settled into a chair in the waiting room, letting his forehead fall into his palm.
Letting Lydia win twisted his stomach into a knot. She’d destroy Harrington Global, dismantle it brick by brick just so he’d be forced to watch it crumble.
Of course, after nearly watching his wife die, then his son, it seemed a small price to pay.
A warm hand slid onto his shoulder, and he picked his head up to find Julia’s smiling face next to him. “Hi.”
“Hey,” he answered. “Everything okay with Kyle?”
