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When his phone buzzed and Sarah’s number popped up, Will excused himself from the top-floor conference room of the Worthington Shares building and stepped out into the hallway.

It took two seconds to realize his sister was on a roll. He grinned. He’d learned the hard way that when she got her high horse up, the best thing he could do was listen. So he did. He headed down the hallway toward his spacious office and closed the door, waving his assistant away.

“It doesn’t make any sense, Will,” Sarah claimed. “But I know what I saw on that video, and American Frontier is giving us the complete runaround.”

As she was talking, he was putting the pieces together logically, and the puzzle was starting to become clear.

So American Frontier was somehow involved in the bombing. But how far or how deep that went, he had no idea. Did the decision stretch to the top, to Sandstrom? Had he really stooped this low? To attempt to control the destiny of the largest oil company in the world in such an underhanded manner?

Will’s sense of injustice rose, and he had to battle to stay calm, to keep his thoughts crystal clear.

He needed to have a serious discussion with his sister, to fill her in on the rest of the pieces he was figuring out, but now was not the time. He still had a Worthington Shares meeting to finish.

Strange sometimes how the mundane could go on, even in the midst of a crisis.