HADES POV
The morning air bit against my skin as I stepped out of the black car. I adjusted my cuffs slowly and steadied my nerves. The silver letters on the glass doors ahead of me shimmer under the sun: Global Tech Summit – Riyadh Edition. The place was crawling with security and men in tailored suits.
This was it.
I straightened my shoulders and began walking toward the entrance of the luxury hotel, the venue of the summit. My mind played back Raheem’s words from our last meeting.
"You don’t impress me yet, Mr. Hades. If I ever decide to trust you, it won’t be because you dressed the part."
I took those words personally. And I dressed to kill today, black-on-black, hand-stitched Italian loafers, and a watch that costs more than most people's homes. I know how to send a message with
