The penthouse was alive with movement that morning, but Raven felt strangely calm in the middle of it. Men came and went in tailored suits and dark leather jackets, bringing folders, flash drives, and bad news in hushed voices. Jaxon stood at the center of it all, the axis of a world that spun only because he willed it to.
“Move the routes south. Double security on the Istanbul shipment.” He didn’t raise his voice, but everyone jumped at his words. “And find out who signed off on that last transfer. I want his name. I want his family’s names.”
He looked terrifying. Not because he shouted, he didn’t need to, but because his control was absolute. Each order was sharp as a blade, and no one dared question it.
Raven stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, arms folded, watching him carve t
