Christian stood by the massive window in his office, his silhouette etched against the backdrop of the city skyline. Night had fallen, painting the buildings in shades of steel and shadow. His posture was rigid, hands clasped behind his back, and his expression was a mask of cold calculation.
The room was silent, thick with anticipation.
Sean leaned casually against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, his usual smirk tempered with something sharper and focused. Evelyn and Rose sat side by side on the leather couch, both watching Christian like he held the key to everything.
“They want us to react,” Christian said finally, his voice low, clipped. The kind of voice that made people stop breathing for a second.
Sean lifted an eyebrow. “Well, they got their wish.”
Christian turned, his ja
