Adrian POV
Leonard Vance never schedules meetings without a reason.
Men like him don’t waste time on casual conversations. Every invitation is a move on a chessboard. Every word chosen with care.
Which is why when his request reached my office that morning, I accepted immediately.
Not because I trust him.
Because I wanted to see what game he believes he’s playing.
The meeting takes place at a private investor club downtown. Old money prefers places like this. Buildings that look quiet and respectable from the outside while decisions worth billions happen behind closed doors.
I arrive ten minutes early.
The staff already knows who I am.
They always do.
“Mr. Cole,” the receptionist says with practiced politeness. “Mr. Vance is waiting for you upstairs.”
Of course he is.
Leonard V
