Draven.
A firm knock sounded on the door less than five minutes later.
"Come in," I said.
Jeffery stepped in first, followed by Dennis. Both of them appeared alert as they stopped a few feet from my desk, awaiting my words.
"Brackham finally reached out," I announced, folding my arms.
Dennis arched a brow, a grin tugging at his lips. "It sure took his old arrogant ass long enough."
Jeffery's expression barely changed, but I caught the flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "What did he say?"
I told them everything—the phone call, Brackham's offer for an alliance, the thinly veiled desperation in his voice, and the invitation for a one-on-one meeting.
Meredith listened quietly, her gaze shifting between me and them as she absorbed every word.
When I finished, Dennis leaned against the edge of the chair, arms folded. "So, he has finally understood where to look for help. What's the plan?"
