The soft noise of the doorbell echoed through the room as Matt glanced at the security monitor on his iPad.
The screen brightened and the mage sharpened, revealing Marcus standing at the front gate, his hair damp from the drizzle of rain, his face tense with a mix of anger and determination.
“I know you can see me, Matt Forest. Let me in,” Marcus said, staring directly at the camera.
Matt leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk. Marcus, as usual, was trying too hard to make an impression. The trust fund baby with no grit, no drive—just a silver spoon and a penchant for getting in over his head. Unlike Marcus, Matt had clawed his way to the top, built his empire from nothing. He’d survived too much to take Marcus seriously.
He pressed the intercom button. “Let him in,”
