The mahogany-paneled boardroom on the fifth floor of Vance Design Collective was thick with sudden, hostile tension. Seated at the head of the conference table, his cashmere overcoat tossed casually across an empty chair, was Arthur Vance. At fifty-eight, Arthur was the older half-brother of Marcus Vance and Ethan’s estranged uncle. He possessed the same aristocratic Vance jawline and sharp cheekbones, but his eyes were a cold, calculating pale hazel,…
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