Upon hearing Arthur Sterling’s boastful declaration, Ace Kane couldn’t help but let out a short, sharp laugh. It wasn't a laugh of mockery, but rather one of genuine amusement, the kind a seasoned gambler gives when an amateur attempts a bluff with a pair of twos. He leaned back in his leather executive chair, the high-quality hide creaking under his weight, and glanced toward the corner of the office where Lucas Harrington sat.
Ace turned his gaze back to Arthur, who was still standing with his chest puffed out, radiating the kind of localized arrogance that comes from being the biggest fish in a relatively small pond. “It’s a funny coincidence, Arthur,” Ace began, his voice smooth and conversational. “I actually just invited a management professional to join our little venture. This is
