Levi Van Doren didn't look up from his laptop when the door slammed open. His pen scratched across a contract draft, the ink flowing steady despite the sudden interruption.
"Have you seen the news?" Chris's voice was ragged, breathless.
Levi didn't glance up. "I'm in the middle of work, Chris. I have a company to run, not a tabloid to gawk at."
"You'll want to see this."
"I doubt it."
Chris didn't wait for further permission. He strode to the sleek black remote on the credenza, snatched it, and turned on the massive flat-screen mounted on the far wall. The sharp jingle of the channel's breaking news intro sliced through the room, demanding attention.
Levi's sigh was sharp with annoyance. "Chris, I swear—"
His words died.
The moment his eyes met the screen, the blood drained from his face.
