*ARIANA*
The receptionist at Victor Cox office nodded once at me to acknowledge my presence when i arrived at his office. "Mr. Cox will see you now."
Victor stood when I entered. Not out of warmth, just out of habit.
"Ariana."
"Mr. Cox."
He gestured to the chair across from his desk. "Sit."
I sat.
He looked at me for a moment. Calculating.
"You look tired."
“My father was shot.”
“Yes.”
No sympathy. Just acknowledgment.
“How is he now?” he asked.
“Recovering.”
He inclined his head once. “Good.”
Silence settled between us.
“You received the final confirmations,” he said.
“Yes.”
“And you understand that the transfers are complete.”
“I do.”
“The controlling shares are legally yours. It's not conditional, just symbolic.”
“I’m aware.”
His eyes sharpened slightly at my respo
