The day of Logan Specter’s funeral arrived wrapped in gray skies and restrained grandeur, the kind that belonged to men whose lives had been measured in influence rather than affection. The service was immaculate, precise, and heavy with presence.
Black cars lined the drive like a procession of power, and inside the chapel, names that shaped markets and moved governments filled the pews.
Important business figures. Board members. Old rivals pretending respect. Partners calculating futures even as hymns echoed through the hall.
Zayn stood with his family at the front, his expression carved from stone, every movement controlled. He listened to the speeches, to the carefully chosen words about Logan’s brilliance, his risks, his controversial nature, and his undeniable impact.
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