Cian: "It doesn't have to come to that, Fairchild. I just want to... cooperate with you. Have you do me a small favor and let me borrow your shipping routes, that's all."
He paused. "If you're not willing, Fairchild, that's fine too. It just means all this free time I'll have on my hands will have to be spent on Miss Quinn."
Damian Fairchild: "Cian... BEEP BEEP—"
Cian had hung up the phone.
After that, Damian Fairchild saw the photo Cian had sent. It was a picture of Cian pinning Seraphina Quinn against the wall of an elevator.
A vein bulged menacingly on Damian Fairchild's temple, and his chest heaved.
He stood there and smoked a cigarette.
After one cigarette, the towering rage in his chest was finally suppressed, if only slightly.
After another cigarette, he got back in his car.
He called Charles Winslow's cell. At that moment, Charles was just leaving a woman's apartment.
"Fairchild, calling me this late? To what do I owe the pleasure?"
