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Alaric’s POV
Entering the office that morning, I was already in a volatile mood. The deal with the Morales family had barely survived the night, thanks to one of my men making the kind of error I couldn’t let slide. Everything I’d built depended on loyalty, precision, and control. Mistakes like his weren’t just errors; they were weaknesses.
He sat across the desk from me now, visibly shaking as he waited for me to speak. I paced behind my desk, keeping my voice level despite the anger simmering underneath.
“Explain to me how it was possible for you to misplace something as crucial as the delivery details?” I asked, voice low but firm.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Castillo,” he stammered. “I-it won’t happen again.”
I stopped pacing, fixing him with a cold gaze. “You’re right—it won’t.”
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