The morning sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kolton's corner office as he sat behind his mahogany desk, steam rising from his untouched coffee cup. His fingers moved across the laptop keyboard with calculated precision, each click echoing in the silent room like a countdown to war.
Assistant Glow stood rigid beside the desk, his posture betraying the nervous energy that coursed through his veins. Every few seconds, his eyes darted toward Kolton's face, searching for any hint of the storm brewing beneath that deceptively calm exterior.
Kolton's lips curved into something that might have been a smile if not for the predatory gleam in his eyes. The headline on his screen painted a perfect picture of opportunity wrapped in danger.
"So our dear friend has finally decided to grace us with his presence," Kolton murmured, his voice carrying the silky threat of a blade sliding across silk.
