Within the main estate of the Blac family, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the silent tension of a shifting power dynamic. Dozens of sleek, armored cars belonging to diplomats, board members, and officials from various continents now choked the sprawling drive. The sheer scale of the gathering made it clear: the event that had transpired was a tectonic shift in the underworld and political spheres alike, demanding immediate, face-to-face damage control.
Even so, these men of power waited. They knew that to navigate the coming storm, they first needed to pay homage to the head of the Blac family.
The mansion itself—a seamless merger of sleek modernity and the heavy, ornate stone of old nobility—stood as a monument to the late mistress's refined taste. It remained dignified amidst the commotion, a silent witness to the chaos.
