CHAPTER 15
A Sovereign Command
“Leave us.”
The command was a shard of ice, flat and absolute. Malphas didn't bother to glance back at the four men standing behind him; he did not have to. His voice carried a subterranean chill, a weight of authority so heavy it seemed to strip the air from the room.
It was not a request or even a standard order—it was a cold, sovereign decree that left no room for hesitation, no space for a second thought. The sheer, glacial finality in his tone made it clear: his word was law, and the only option they had was to vanish before the silence became a punishment.
Without a single word of protest or the slightest sound of hesitation, the bodyguards retreated, vanishing from the Presidential Suite like ghosts. They knew better than to question a man whose
