Checkmate

Tony Viscount wasn't cool and calculated when he breezed into The Quinn Corporation on the morning of Monday.

But Andre had of course been prepared for that outburst from Friday evening when he had decided to give the older man a taste of his bitter pill. When the article had been published earlier that morning and he had started receiving calls from their investors and members of the board asking how he had convinced Tony Viscount to relinquish his stocks, and a few minutes back when his security informed him of the sly man's arrival in the company, he had prepared for him.

He was seated in his seat, sipping at his coffee and staring at the view of Manhattan when Mr. Viscount walked into his office and slammed a copy of the Business Times on his desk.

"How dare you hack into my computer and pull this stunt?" He had the audacity to be enraged, Andre thought, twirling the mug in his hand, his thumb drumming softly against the handle.

"Why don't you go to the press with that fairytale?