The problem with power was never the enemies outside your walls.
Those were predictable because they attacked loudly, made threats, and announced themselves like storms approaching from the horizon.
The real danger came from the ones who already stood inside your castle.
The ones smiling across conference tables, the ones shaking your hand in meetings. The ones who said, "Yes, Mr. Wolfe," while quietly waiting to see which king would eventually sit on the throne.
Wolfe Holdings had always been a battlefield disguised as a corporation.
For years, loyalty inside this company had been… flexible. Some employees who were loyal to my father had shifted their allegiance to me, some to my uncle. And others were simply loyal to whoever won.
That was the nature of power. This meant the person who accessed that contract archive might not even hate me. They might simply be placing a bet.
