The next day, Desmond arrived at one of the city's most exclusive high-end clubs. It was the kind of place where people with power and money came to relax, discuss deals, or quietly pull the strings that moved companies and even governments.
Tonight, Desmond had arranged a meeting with the only person who had agreed to help him in the difficult situation he found himself in.
Ever since he took the temporary lead at the Allen Group, Desmond had built quite a network of friends and supporters—far more than he ever had back when he was just the vice president.
But with power came painful lessons. And the biggest lesson he had learned? When things go wrong, most people disappear.
In the last few weeks, Desmond had reached out to nearly every one of his high-society contacts. He had called in favors, visited them personally, and even humbled himself enough to ask for loans to stabilize his crumbling hold over the company. But no one helped. Not even one.
