“Salute to your guts for walking into my territory, CEO Black.”
Braiyden’s smirk was pure arrogance as he stood in the center of the marble lobby, a king awaiting his challenger in his court. The polished floor reflected the cold gleam of the overhead lights, stretching the shadows of Orion’s entourage as they advanced—dark silhouettes moving with silent precision.
One hand tucked into the pocket of his tailored coat, Braiyden’s gaze swept over the approaching men like a predator measuring the distance between himself and his prey. His stance was relaxed, but the steel in his eyes betrayed the tension beneath.
Orion stepped forward, each stride slow and deliberate—measured violence wrapped in control. When he finally spoke, his voice was a blade wrapped in silk, smooth yet cutting.
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