"Shall I take the car for repairs?" Axelrod asked carefully.
Fitzgerald did not answer immediately. Instead, he continued staring at his phone screen. The security footage was still playing, the clip repeating over and over again as Samantha Preston marched toward the Bentley and drove her heel straight through the door panel.
Axelrod wisely chose not to speculate about what was happening inside his boss's mind. Years of employment had taught him that the less he knew about Fitzgerald Rathbourne's thought process, the better he slept at night.
A series of notifications appeared on the screen. Several emails.
Fitzgerald's eyes scanned them briefly.
Dorian Blackwood.
A smirk slowly appeared on his face.
Oh, he loved what Dorian was doing.
The man was intelligent, ambitious, and dangerous, yet somehow astonishingly easy to manipulate. Fitzgerald almost felt guilty taking advantage of it.
Almost.
After a while, he slipped the phone back into his pocket.
"Hire her."
