Chapter 62

“Okay. But you have to be strong, El. This isn’t just about your name anymore. It’s about thousands of our employees who are starting to fear whether or not they’ll get paid tomorrow.”

Tamara’s voice trailed off, then the line went dead. Elena put the phone on the table, staring blankly out the window. The sky was overcast. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Her housekeeper peeked through the surveillance screen and came over to Elena. “Mrs. Elena, we have a visitor from abroad. His name is Mr. Malcolm Reeve. He says... old business partner.”

Elena straightened up. “Malcolm?”

She stood up, quickly smoothed her hair, and walked to the door. As soon as the door opened, there stood a tall, middle-aged man in a dark blue suit, immaculately groomed, with a serious face—Mr. Malcolm Reeve, CEO of the Canadian company Reeve Capital.

“Hello, Queen Elena,” he said with a small smile. “You look much thinner than the last time we met.”

Elena smiled bitterly. “Yeah,