Chapter 8
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Knight’s POV
I walked toward my car, a smirk still playing on my lips.
I hadn’t expected to meet anyone who would make me laugh when I came here strictly for business, but her making me laugh was all it was. Nothing more. The girl was cute, no doubt, and she looked like the kind of trouble that came wrapped in a smile, but that was where the interaction ended.
I wasn’t here to find a woman.
If I wanted someone to warm my bed, I wouldn’t have to lift a finger.
“Conan isn’t here, huh,” I muttered as I approached the car where Rowan waited. He shook his head slightly, and I rolled my eyes. Even with whatever time I’d wasted inside, I still beat him down here.
Talk about Incompetence.
I slid into the car, resting my head against the seat and letting out a slow sigh. “How long does it take to bring one folder downstairs?”
Minutes passed before I spotted him dragging his feet toward the car.
“Get the document from him,” I said. “I’m not stepping down to see his face.”
Rowan moved immediately and returned seconds later, handing me the folder. “He apologizes for the delay, boss.”
“He can save his apology for someone who cares,” I replied, tossing the folder onto the seat beside me. “Let’s go.”
The car pulled off instantly. I frowned as I watched Conan bow as we passed him.
“Is he forgetting he’s the CEO here?” I muttered. “He doesn’t even consider his surroundings.”
“I’ll caution him, boss,” Rowan said.
“Let him be for now,” I replied, glancing at the folder. “We have the documents. That’s all that matters.”
Saturn had better be telling the truth about what was in this file. If he wasn’t, the freedom he’d just earned would be very temporary. I didn’t serve mercy twice, and if he was dragged back here again, he wouldn’t be walking out alive.
“Have the lawyers check every line,” I ordered as I stepped out of the car later that night. “If there’s even a typo, drag that bald-headed man back here at first light.”
A chorus of Welcome, boss followed me as I walked through the room. I gave a brief nod and continued straight to my quarters.
I dropped onto the bed without hesitation, the documents still heavy on my mind. If everything checked out, I could move on to laundering the assets—then shift my focus to the next venture.
There was no room for delay.
I had allies to settle, sponsors to satisfy. Conan had better start proving useful.
The night passed as quickly as it always did. Sleep was a luxury in our world, but I made sure to get a few solid hours. If I were going to ruin lives, I preferred to do it with a clear mind.
“What’s the status on the documents?” I asked the moment I stepped out, where Rowan was already waiting.
“The lawyer is on his way, boss,” he replied, placing a glass of wine into my outstretched hand.
I settled onto the couch and took a sip. “Prepare my suit. I might need to go out.”
He nodded, already pulling out his phone.
I glanced at the wine in my hand Amarone della Valpolicella. The only one worthy of my taste. Deep. Dark. Unforgiving. Everything the others weren’t.
“Mr. Knight,” a voice called.
“Angelo.” I lifted my head, a smile forming instantly. He took a seat beside me.
“Why’d they send you of all people?” I asked. “Is it because you’re the only one in that firm not scared of me?”
“We’re practically friends,” he said lightly.
I chuckled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
My expression hardened. “Let me guess—the news is bad. That’s why they sent someone I won’t lash out at.”
He nodded, pulling out the documents. “They’re legitimate, but the most important one is missing.”
I stood immediately.
“The asset handover,” he added.
My jaw clenched. That man had chosen the wrong person to play games with.
“Is my suit ready?” I snapped, turning to Rowan.
“Yes, boss.”
“Escort Angelo out,” I ordered. “And make sure Saturn is here and cooperative before I get back.”
I was dressed and on the move within minutes.
Of course, I couldn’t trust Conan to handle something this crucial properly. I’d retrieve the document myself if necessary—but Saturn? He’d better be saying his goodbyes already. His company might survive what I was about to do, but his life wouldn’t.
“Stay in the car,” I barked at Rowan as I strode into the building.
I headed straight for Conan’s office. For his sake, he’d better have a very convincing excuse.
I was almost there when that familiar presence crossed my path, but I wasn’t in the mood for distractions. My jaw stayed clenched as I walked past.
“Knight!”
I stopped.
Slowly, I turned—wondering who was stupid enough to call my name so openly.
My eyes landed on her.
The girl from Conan’s office.
She was smiling as she stepped toward me, and my frown deepened. How did she know my name?
I stared at her, irritation simmering beneath my calm exterior.
Conan that loose-mouthed i***t.
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