Chapter 115

Every head turned. Two men emerged from the front entrance, followed by a handful of staff members. I recognised Rexford Caldwell from his file photo. The big boss of Nyx Collective, the man who had never bothered to show his face in the office until now. But it wasn’t Rexford who had everyone staring. That was Ashton, walking a step ahead of Rexford. His face was inscrutable as usual, a neutral mask he wore for business, and his hands were stuck in his trouser pockets. Yet something told me he was not happy. He reminded me of Bernini’s ‘David’, right before he slung the fatal stone at Goliath. Rexford cleared his throat and clapped his hands. ‘Hello, everyone! May I have your attention for a minute. Some of you know who I am. Rexford Caldwell, majority shareholder of Nyx Collective, this lovely studio you’re working in.’ He paused, as if expecting applause. Nothing happened. He cleared his throat again. ‘Well, anyway, I need to introduce you to the new owner of Nyx Collective. Mr Asht