XARION'S POV
I adjust my tie in the backseat of the car, checking my reflection in the window as my driver navigates through the city streets.
The suit's perfectly tailored, jet black with subtle silver pinstripes, paired with a crisp white shirt and well-polished black leather shoes.
I look good. Professional. Like an Alpha who knows exactly what he's doing.
Even if, deep down, I'm not entirely sure this is the smartest move I've ever made.
"Are you sure about this?" Andrew's voice breaks through my thoughts from the passenger seat. He twists around to look at me, one eyebrow raised skeptically. "You're really going to show up at Stone Corporation's branch launch? Your competition?"
"Yes," I reply simply, brushing down the front of my jacket.
"Xarion," he presses, his tone more poi
