The atmosphere atop the deck of The Sovereign Pearl was suffocating, a volatile mixture of high-society pretension and impending violence. The security detail of the luxury liner stood in rigid formation, their pristine white uniforms gleaming under the deck lights like a row of marble statues. They formed a stark, angelic contrast to the menacing group of men in black suits standing behind Sebastian Sterling, whose presence felt like a dark stain spreading across the festivities.
"Manager Davies, are you truly intending to stand in my way?"
Sebastian Sterling took a slow, deliberate step forward. His gait was predatory, his eyes shadowed with a gloom that promised retribution. The heir to The Sterling Family was not accustomed to being told 'no,' especially not in Haven City, where his
