Claire's POV
I hate the woods. Always have. The bugs, the dirt, the general lack of Wi-Fi—not my scene. Yet here I was, hiking through pine needles and dodging branches like some outdoorsy freak, all while trying to keep the cabin in sight.
My phone barely had two bars of service, but it would have to do. I hit Jenkins' number again, praying he'd pick up this time.
"Hello?" His voice sounded thin, nervous.
"Jenkins, it's Claire."
"Jesus Christ!" he hissed. "Are you trying to get me killed? Scott's men are everywhere."
I ducked behind a large oak, keeping my voice low. "Look, I wouldn't call if it wasn't important. What's happening with the company?"
A rustling sound came through the phone, like he was moving somewhere private. "It's bad. Scott called an emergency meeting for tomorrow morning. He'……
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