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After lunch with his dad, Cade’s mind went blurry. His head hurt, and he was racked with guilt. The weight of his dad’s cancer pushed on his chest like a three-hundred-pound barbell. On top of his dad’s health, this seventeenth floor crap was mind numbing. Rupert Johnston was taking his orders from William Macy, and Macy’s temper was combustible. Never a smile, never a nod hello, and then, out of nowhere, Macy would explode in anger. Whatever was driving him was driving him hard, and Cade couldn’t get out of the way.
Cade would watch the two men in meetings from behind glass walls. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but every meeting ended the same way—yelling. Johnston’s anger was visceral. It looked like he would burst a blood vessel in his forehead during the shouting matches. T
