The expansive concrete plaza directly beneath the Solis Group headquarters shimmered under the pale morning sun, though the atmosphere remained heavy with the silent appraisal of corporate power. Dominic Mylod stood at the apex of the wide granite steps, his hands clasped casually behind his back. His posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, yet there was an undeniable gravitational pull to his presence—a stillness that suggested a dormant volcano.
Arrayed before him on the lower landing was a squad of eight men. These were the newly minted security detail for the firm, each one standing over six feet tall with shoulders like canyon walls. Their black tactical uniforms were crisp, and their eyes were sharp with the disciplined edge of professional combatants. Several of them were recently
