The boardroom fell silent as the final slide of the presentation flicked off the screen. The Voss Group directors sat in polished leather chairs, their faces unreadable, waiting for Roland Voss to speak.
Leon stood at the far end of the room, dressed in a charcoal-grey suit tailored to cut like a weapon. He had taken back his name — Leon Vale — the alias that now controlled a sizable percentage of Voss Group’s shares, masked under offshore corporations and foreign investments.
None of them knew. Not yet.
Roland finally leaned forward, fingers steepled, voice cold. “Mr. Vale. That was an... ambitious pitch. But we don't hand over our logistics division to just any investor who walks in with a briefcase.”
Leon’s lips twitched. Not a smile. Something darker.
“I didn’t come with a briefca
