The jet's engines hummed beneath him, a constant, reassuring thrum as Sebastian Leclair reclined in his leather seat, a crystal glass of whiskey balanced in his hand. He stared out of the window, watching the endless expanse of clouds roll by as the Swiss Alps came into view in the distance.
He hadn't planned on spending the week surrounded by sycophants and opportunists at a business conference, but necessity dictated otherwise. Victor Harlow, a slippery bastard of a rival with more skeletons in his closet than most graveyards, was set to be in attendance. Harlow had been circling Sebastian's interests for months, quietly undermining a key logistics contract that was integral to Leclair Industries' global expansion.
Sebastian didn't care much for the pomp and posturing of these events,
