The humid air of Port Haven seemed to cling to the glass panes of the high-rise executive suite, a stark contrast to the sterile, climate-controlled silence within. Liam Livingston sat behind the mahogany expanse of his desk at Zenith Media, his silhouette framed by the sprawling skyline of the city he had slowly begun to conquer. The rhythmic ticking of a vintage clock was interrupted by the sharp, digital trill of his private line. He glanced at the caller ID; it was his Uncle Howard.
"Do you have a moment, Liam? Or is the life of a CEO keeping you too occupied for family?" Howard Livingston’s voice crackled through the receiver, carrying a warmth that felt almost alien compared to the cold reception Liam had received from the Livingston Dynasty in years past.
Liam leaned back, the lea
