The afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the Liroux estate, completely at odds with the man standing within its glow.
Vincent sat behind his mahogany desk, with his phone pressed to his ear, speaking in a smooth and calm voice, talking to a foreign investor.
“Yes, yes, the shipments will arrive by Friday,” he said, smiling as though the world adored him. “Of course. The Liroux always honor their deals.”
He ended the call with that same elegant composure… then the smile dropped off his face like a dead weight falling from a gallows.
He pressed a button on his desk.
“Send in Ian.”
Moments later, Ian, who was one of his most loyal men, entered quietly, bowing.
“You called for me, sir?”
Vincent rose from his chair, straightening his cuffs with deliberate precision.
Mean
