MASON’S POV
Mason sat at the head of the long mahogany table with his fingers drumming soundlessly against the polished surface. The air in the room was thick with cigar smoke and the weight of unsaid words. His council members consisting of the six of the most cunning and ruthless strategists he had at his disposal watched him, their expressions varying between wariness and open disapproval.
They weren’t here to challenge him. At least not outright because They wouldn’t dare. But they would try to make him see reason since that is their job. He had no patience for it.
“Tell me what exactly is the great risk you all seem to be losing sleep over?” Mason asked in a measured voice as his gaze flickered to the man on his left that’s already graying and wrinkly.
The man was Gregory wh
