George's throat moved.
For a moment, he could not answer.
The smoke outside was still thick. His assistant was crying quietly beside him. The driver had not moved from the wheel, and the dead security assistant was still lying against the front door.
George had been cornered before.
He had lost deals and seen men die.
But this was different. This was not a business loss or a warning sent through another man. Someone had reached his moving car. That person had burned his security line and called him with Rovan's dead number.
For the first time in a long while, George understood that he was not controlling the room.
He had thought his fear would turn into anger once the first shock passed, but the fear stayed.
That was why his next words came out weaker than he wanted.
He forced his voice out.
"What do you want from me?"
Adam did not answer immediately.
George swallowed and continued, faster this time.
