"This world just shook, Elara. You heard it, didn't you?"
Julian placed his phone on the cold glass table. Damian's voice was still ringing in his ears, a poison overflowing from desperation.
"I heard it, sir," Elara stood beside the window, staring at the reflection of the city beginning to burn with the news of the Vance Group scandal. "The threats of a drowning man are usually the loudest. But don't forget one thing: the auction for the Sinclair research tower starts in an hour. It is the heart of this city's academic and political influence."
Julian stood up, smoothing his dark navy blue waistcoat. "That auction is the Vance family's last shred of pride at the university. If they lose the construction contract for the research tower, they will truly be erased from Sinclair's history
