He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking against the crystal. The movie on the screen flickered in the dim room, but it was nothing more than background noise. His mind was elsewhere, thoughts drifting to darker places. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes—those were focused on something else entirely.
With a sharp inhale, he flipped open his phone. The glow of the screen burned against the darkness, illuminating his cold, calculated expression. His thumb scrolled with precision, navigating his way to a familiar i********: profile. He had been watching for weeks, waiting for a slip-up. Waiting for the moment when everything he had been controlling from the shadows started to unravel.
And there it was.
The story flashed before his eyes.
