~ Andrian Locke ~
The glass walls of the conference room at Helix Tower usually felt like a shield, but today they felt like a cage. Outside, Ravenport City stretched toward the horizon, a grey grid of ambition and concrete. Inside, the air conditioning hummed with a clinical precision that matched the man sitting across from me.
Gideon Moore was leaning back in his leather chair, tapping a fountain pen against a stack of legal documents. He looked every bit the billionaire the papers worshiped—untouchable, composed, and entirely cold.
"The merger with the East-End docks is finalized," Gideon said, his voice level. "We just need the final signatures from the board."
I nodded, scanning the brief in front of me. "It’s a solid move, Gid. The Moore name carries enough weight to crush any o
