Ares didn’t sleep that night.
He sat in his office long after everyone else had gone home, the city lights burning in the distance. The glass walls reflected his own restless figure, broad shoulders tense, jaw clenched, one hand wrapped around a glass of whiskey he hadn’t touched.
His phone buzzed again. Another report. Another loss.
For weeks, things inside his company had been unraveling, contracts mysteriously delayed, deals falling through, suppliers suddenly pulling out. At first, he thought it was bad luck, or maybe a few careless mistakes. But the pattern was too clean, too deliberate. Someone was bleeding his empire dry, one cut at a time.
And now, he had proof.
“Sabotage,” he muttered under his breath, staring at the report spread across his desk. “Somebody’s feeding them my
