The Red Meeting.
The Red Meeting wasn’t just any gathering, it wasn’t just old businessmen sipping wine and talking numbers. It was the meeting in Greece, the most prestigious thing anybody with power could hope to stand in. A place filled with men who weren’t determined by wealth alone but by power, legacy, authority, bloodlines, alliances, that was what kept a man standing in that room. That was what kept a family alive or buried.
My grandfather had been the leader of the meeting for years. People bowed their heads when he walked in. People listened when he spoke. He had spent decades building a reputation that made entire families tremble. And today, I was supposed to take over.
It wasn’t going to be easy. Everyone I would meet would be a new face, I am probably the youngest face in
