Chapter: 1930

With a sharp exhale, he downed the wine in a single gulp, the taste bitter on his tongue. The liquid fire seemed to ignite his resolve.

He ended the call and strode out of the office.

He glimpsed his secretary, poised to depart with a document in hand, and halted his tracks with a simple gesture.

The secretary stepped forward, puzzled. "Mr. Sullivan, what can I do for you?"

Odin's annoyance was evident in his tone. "I need your phone to make a call."