Luther Corporation.
Sinclair stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, a cigarette between his fingers.
Pale gray smoke curled around him, veiling the inscrutable darkness of his eyes.
"How are things with the Porter family?"
Ramsey froze, the carefully prepared words catching in his throat.
But he quickly regained his composure.
"Our informant close to Mr. Porter reports that the father and daughter have been at each other's throats in the hospital," he said, his voice low and steady.
"Grandpa Porter has also called for a doctor.
The entire Porter household is in complete disarray."
"Not enough," Sinclair exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his obsidian eyes swirling with stormy intensity.
"Once the engagement banquet between the Luther and Porter families is over, release *that* piece of news."
Ramsey clearly understood what he meant.
"Understood."
Sinclair said nothing more, the haze before him thickening like an impenetrable fog.
