The conference room reeked of sterility—glass, steel, and the polished scent of power. Evander Elijah sat at the head of the long table, dressed in tailored black, his silver tie immaculately knotted, his cold gaze cutting through projections and profit charts like a blade.
He’d built his industry from nothing. Or so he thought.
Now, he stood as the head of Elijah International, a rising conglomerate known for its aggressive takeover strategies and political sway. What no one knew—not even himself—was that his ascent wasn’t new. It was a return.
Something haunted him. A restlessness he couldn’t name. Like echoes in an empty hall, his soul remembered wars his mind had long forgotten.
“Mr. Elijah, we’re finalizing the land acquisition proposal for Noctarion Industries,” one of his adviso
