"This," Mr. Harrison spoke with deliberate slowness, his eyes dark and unfathomable, "depends on whether you have the guts."
Mr. Andrea caught the thinly veiled threat in Mr. Harrison's words.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his voice tensed.
"Mr. Harrison, are you suggesting—"
"Of course," Mr. Harrison narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper as he enunciated each word, "we eliminate Sinclair."
Though Mr. Andrea had suspected as much, hearing it spoken aloud sent an involuntary shudder through him.
"But Sinclair isn't someone to be trifled with," he said after a long pause, voicing his apprehension.
"Otherwise, Easton Aiston wouldn't have treated him with such deference, and we wouldn't have needed to sign that equity transfer agreement in the first place."
Mr. Harrison's lips curled into a cold smirk.
"As the Americans say, even a mighty dragon is no match for the serpent in its own lair."
