Chapter 60: Who the Hell Are You to Lecture Me About Financial Models?

The phone screen lit up. " MISTY GREAVES" flashed across the caller ID. River Lyson leaned back against the sofa and tapped the answer button without bothering to excuse himself from Ryan Farrell. The voice that came through the phone had none of its usual cool authority, none of the confidence of someone used to controlling every situation. In its place was a rasp, tightly restrained. "River Lyson." Misty's voice was faint. "When are you coming back to Marina?" "Tomorrow afternoon," he replied...