* Jana *
Control. That was what he bled for, what he carved himself out of steel to maintain. I could see it in the way Lawrence Dankworth sat at the head of that table, cutting through Argent's defenses with a precision that almost made me smile. Almost. He didn't know I was watching him as closely as he was watching them.
The truth? I hadn't planned to walk into that room. Not until I saw the opportunity. And when opportunity knocks, you don't ask if you're invited, you walk in and take the seat that isn't yours yet.
The moment the doors opened and every gaze flicked to me, I knew I'd shifted the air. These men lived for power plays, for control, for intimidation. And yet, I was the disruption none of them could quite define. I wasn't on the agenda. I wasn't even supposed to matter. T
