He walks toward me. “So you can run this company into the ground, thinking with your dick like you always do when it comes to her? I don’t think so.”

“Get out before I throw you out.” I force out the words from between clenched teeth.

Harrison laughs. “Go for it. I’ll make sure Commodore knows.”

“He’d probably give me a raise. Now, get the fuck out of my office. I’m not going to ask you again.”

My brother glares but heads for the door.

I take a seat at my desk, wishing that I could have a normal relationship with my brother and he wasn’t raised hating me because he was born second. His bitterness over losing out on any piece of a billion-dollar inheritance will never fade, and that means I can never let my guard down around him.

He stops at the threshold and turns. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. We didn’t make the auction deadline for the company you wanted. Missed filing the bid by three minutes.”

That motherfucker. I stand and stride across the room. “You can fuck with me all you want, but when you start fucking with this company, that’s where I draw the line.”

He shrugs, and there’s nothing I want more than to put my fist through his face. “Maybe if you’d been working last night instead of out chasing a piece of ass, it wouldn’t have happened. I guess we’ll never know.”

“You were in charge of this bid. It was your responsibility. Twisting the truth won’t work.”

“I had a question for the boss . . . and you weren’t around to answer it.”

It doesn’t matter what I say or do, Harrison will never take responsibility for his own mistake. I wouldn’t put it past him to have missed the deadline on purpose. In fact, that’s probably exactly what he did.

“Get out of here before I make the call to have you fired.”

“I’d like to see you try.” Harrison smirks before he leaves, shutting my door behind him.

Goddammit. I stalk back to my desk and narrowly resist putting a hole in the wall. The last thing I needed was another fucking problem to deal with today, but my brother always comes through at the least opportune time.

I pick up the phone and make a call to someone who might be able to fix what Harrison has fucked up. I should call Commodore, but that will wait until I have a solution.

Harrison may be a tattletale, but I’m a fucking CEO who gets things done.

Eight hours later, the sun has set, but I’ve finally arranged to have our late bid accepted for the auction. It took unanimous approval of the other bidders, which I wouldn’t have been able to get if I hadn’t called in an old favor from a man who scares the fuck out of them all. Jericho Forge, I owe you now. The move won’t win me any friends, but that’s not what I’m here for.