At the Luwood Mountain estate, Fairfax awoke to a throbbing headache and a churning stomach. He hadn’t felt this hungover in years. Not since he’d married Starla.
He lay in the dim room for a long time, the familiar nausea a stark reminder of her absence. Whenever he came home after a night of drinking for business, she would be there with a warm compress for his chest. He never woke up feeling like this when she was around.
His phone buzzed. It was Gabriel.
“Hello,” Fairfax answered, his voice rough.
“We’re probably going to lose all the projects in Bergen City.”
Fairfax closed his eyes, the smell of stale liquor still heavy on his breath. “Is it Hoggart Group again?”
“Yes.”
Fairfax truly didn’t understand. He had done nothing to offend Hoggart Group, yet they were attacking him relentlessly, like a rabid dog.
“You still haven’t found out why?” Fairfax asked, his voice cold.
“No, sir.”
Fairfax had no idea what could have sparked this conflict, so he’d tasked Gabriel with investigating, but the man had come up with nothing.
Fairfax’s eyes snapped open, glinting with fury. “Is it Herbert?”
Gabriel paused, unsure how to respond. “But Mr. Farley is only a business partner to Hoggart Group.”

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