Caden gritted, his fingers tightening around his phone. It was a deliberate insult —a slap straight across his face, and he knew it. But swallowing his pride, he forced himself to introduce himself through clenched teeth, "I am Caden … Caden Martin. Can you now give the phone to your boss?"
"Sorry, but I can't," Emyr replied without a hint of hesitation. "Equal standards matter when it comes to reaching a company's CEO."
"And I match it very well. I am the CEO of Martin Group. —"
"The same Martin Group that would be nothing tomorrow," Emyr cut in smoothly, his tone calm but laced with quiet contempt. "I don't see that qualifies as equal anymore."
Caden's breathing hitched as his fury spiked. "Don't get too arrogant, Ethan. It's not over until I say it's over."
"That's where you got it wrong, Mr. Martin," Emyr spoke, his tone calm in contrast to Caden's. "It got over for you the moment you thought you could play smart."
