The dim glow of the bar's neon lights cast long shadows across the room, where three men sat huddled in a secluded booth.
Their voices, low and conspiratorial, buzzed with excitement as they leaned in over their drinks. The clinking of their glasses against the polished wooden table signaled the beginning of a conversation that would change the course of the Kendrick Empire forever.
The man in the middle, a tall figure with slicked-back hair and a confident smirk, raised his glass higher than the others. "To the fall of Mr. Kendrick and the rise of a new name!" His voice was filled with triumph, the kind of victory that had been long-awaited and hard-fought.
"To the Kendrick Empire," the second man echoed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He was shorter but stockier, his ey
