Sharon sat back on the sofa, adjusting her posture to seem relaxed while her mind worked overtime. She watched Russell as he poured himself another drink, his movements smooth and deliberate. He seemed in control of the moment, as always, and that grated on her nerves.
"So, tell me," she began, her voice laced with casual curiosity. "What exactly is your endgame, Russell? I know you didn’t invite me here just for a glass of wine and a view of the city."
Russell chuckled, taking a sip of his whiskey before turning to face her. "Endgame?" he repeated, smirking. "You make it sound like I’m plotting world domination."
Sharon raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. "Aren’t you, though? At least, in the business sense?"
He shrugged, his expression unbothered. "Everyone in this game has
