The First Move
917 Words
Leon Voss stood at the edge of the towering glass windows in his penthouse office, staring out at the skyline of Orion City. Five years had changed a lot. New towers had risen, old companies had fallen, and yet the rot that destroyed his life still festered beneath the polished surfaces.
He lit a cigarette, something he hadn’t done in years. Not because he needed it—but because it reminded him of who he used to be. Soft. Controlled. Predictable. That Leon was dead.
Today, he was ready to strike.
“Sir,” Ares said from the doorway. “The documents have been signed. You now own 43% of Virell Tech.”
Leon smirked. “And yet no one knows it’s me.”
“That’s correct. We used the shell corporations in Zurich, as planned.”
He flicked ash into a crystal tray. “Then let the chaos begin.”
Ares hesitated before stepping forward. “Camille Drake just entered the building.”
Leon didn’t turn. “Alone?”
“No. She’s with a legal team. But she requested to see you privately first.”
Leon’s lips twitched. Camille. Always playing two games at once.
“Send her in,” he said coolly.
Seconds later, Camille stepped into the office. Her heels clicked on the marble floor, her black skirt hugging her curves, her presence as sharp as the scent of danger that clung to her perfume.
“You’ve been busy,” she said, without waiting for a greeting.
“So have you,” Leon replied, gesturing for her to sit. “I saw your name in the acquisition files for Virell’s restructuring. You always did know when a company was about to collapse.”
“I know when something more powerful is about to rise,” she corrected, sitting down across from him. “Like you.”
Leon raised a brow. “Is that flattery, Camille?”
“It’s a warning,” she replied, crossing her legs. “You’re making moves. And it won’t take long for the old snakes to notice.”
“Let them,” Leon said. “They need to know the ghost they buried is back.”
Her eyes darkened. “If you do this wrong, they’ll bury you again. Only this time, they won’t leave you breathing.”
Leon leaned forward, smoke curling from his lips. “This time, I’m the one digging the graves.”
Camille went silent for a moment, her gaze locked on his. “I came to warn you, not to stop you. But there are others watching, Leon. People who don’t want the empire restored. Not by you. Not by anyone.”
“I’m not here to restore it,” he said coldly. “I’m here to burn it down and build something better.”
She stood. “Then you’ll need allies. Whether you like it or not.”
Leon watched her walk out, knowing she was right. But allies came with risks. Trust was a weakness. And in his world, weakness got you killed.
By nightfall, the city buzzed with rumors.
Virell Tech’s sudden restructuring had shocked the market. Stock prices dipped. Shareholders panicked. And behind closed doors, the same men who once ruined Leon began to scramble for answers.
At the Voss family estate, a storm was brewing.
“Who is behind this buyout?” barked Roland Voss, slamming a report onto the table. “We vetted every threat after Leon. This came out of nowhere.”
His advisor, Brenton Hale, shifted uncomfortably. “It’s a foreign investment group. All clean. All legal. But… aggressive.”
Roland narrowed his eyes. “Find out who they are. If someone’s coming for our companies, I want them dealt with.”
Brenton hesitated. “There’s… one more thing. A former employee from the Zurich branch leaked that the new majority owner of Virell Tech used to work with Leon Voss.”
Silence fell like a blade.
Roland’s face turned ashen. “He’s dead. I buried him myself.”
“No, sir. You disowned him. But you didn’t kill him.”
Roland stood slowly. “Then it seems we made a mistake.”
Back in the penthouse, Leon met with his core team. Ares. Dax, the hacker. Rayne, his quiet strategist. They formed a unit tighter than any corporation, bound by loyalty, not blood.
“We’ve got our foot in the door,” Rayne said. “But if Roland gets wind that you’re the real buyer—”
“Then the fun begins,” Leon said. “I want his security routines. His finance trails. Who he's paying off and who’s losing faith in him.”
Dax grinned. “Already on it. I’ve planted a ghost server in their intranet. We’ll be pulling files by morning.”
Leon stood. “Good. The board meeting is in seven days. I want Virell Tech to vote against Roland’s proxy proposals. Public humiliation is more painful than a bullet.”
Ares nodded. “What about Camille?”
Leon paused. “Let her watch. Let her choose sides. If she betrays us…”
“She won’t get a second chance,” Ares finished.
That night, Leon stood alone on his balcony, eyes fixed on the Voss Tower across the city. He remembered the night he was dragged out—framed for embezzlement, humiliated, spat on by the same executives he’d once called mentors.
But now?
Now he was the storm coming to drown them all.
And this was just the beginning.
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