Boardroom Coup

Damon's phone buzzed at exactly 7:43 AM. The sound cut through his bedroom like a knife, dragging him from restless sleep. His head pounded from last night's whiskey, his mouth dry as sandpaper. Vivian wasn't beside him. She'd been sleeping in the guest room since their fight.

He squinted at the screen. Caleb Navarro, his chief financial officer. The man never called this early unless something wa