"Young Master, why even entertain such an ant?" Ryan Pierce barked, his voice trembling with a mixture of sycophancy and redirected fear. "This ignorant plebeian doesn't know the height of the heavens or the depth of the earth! One strike of your palm would be enough to turn him into a memory."
Elsie Pierce chimed in, her face contorted in a sneer that didn't quite hide her quivering lip. "Exactly! He’s a stain on the floor of this office. Smear him, Young Master Justin! Show him what a true member of the primary clan can do."
The air in the room seemed to hum, vibrating with the latent Kinetic Blast that Justin was barely restraining. His eyes were fixed on Issac Monroe, tracing the lines of Issac’s face as if looking for a c***k in his composure. Issac, for his part, remained an island
