Michael's expression darkened as he snapped, "What's this, Andrew? Can't handle losing?"

Andrew glanced at him like he was looking at a corpse. "The one who can't handle it is you, idiot."

With a slight motion of his hand, Marcus immediately stepped forward and handed him a stack of documents.

"This is the real financial report for the Pharmaceutical Division," Andrew declared. "Mrs. Rhodes, gentlemen—open your eyes and take a good look!"

He tossed the files onto the conference table wit