After being discharged from the hospital, the man had called in every favor he had left and pulled every string he could reach, all to attach himself to his senior, Zachary Steele. Their shared enemy made for a convenient alliance, one born more out of necessity than trust. Zachary, more indifferent than welcoming, had tossed him a position without much thought. It came with a title, but little substance, a glorified errand runner at best, a doorman dressed up as something more important.
"Him again…" Zachary muttered, his eyes flashing with unrestrained venom.
An unwanted image surfaced alongside the anger, vivid and sharp. Ivy. That night.
