"You told him EVERYTHING?!" Maleek's voice boomed throughout the boardroom. Nikola swore she saw the wall-length glass quiver in fear under the force of her older brother's voice.
"I just thought …" she said in a meek voice. Her eyes were glued to the ground between her slightly parted feet.
"You thought. First mistake. Nikky. My sweet Nikky. You are powerful and charming and blessed by every God and our ancestors. You have so much going for you so PLEASE leave the thinking to me. Clearly, it's not your strong suit," Maleek said and pinched the bridge of his nose. The undead prince was all but set to congratulate his sister on her many wonderful finds. He was even looking forward to hosting Doc, the man who played such a key role in his younger sister's creative journey. But now… now he had to deal with a loose end.
Maleek Achebe hated loose ends.
