Xander
The leather chair creaked as Luther leaned back, his fingers steepled under his chin. His calculating eyes remained fixed on me, even after I had explained Samantha’s predicament in detail. The silence stretched uncomfortably long before he finally spoke.
“I’ll be honest, Xander.” He said bluntly. “I’ve never heard of Samantha’s family. If they’re in the industry, they’re not prominent enough to matter.”
His words were as sharp as the edge of a blade, but I didn’t flinch. I had anticipated his response. Luther didn’t waste time on platitudes or politeness, which was one of the reasons I had come to him in the first place.
“That’s precisely why I need your help.” I replied, my tone measured. “They may not be prominent, but they’ve made themselves a problem. Samantha is under thei
