The lobby of Vane Corp was a hive of whispers. News of the Miller family bankruptcy had hit the airwaves at dawn, and every employee was glued to their phone. But the real shock came when a black car, one everyone recognized as belonging to Harrison Moretti, pulled up to the front entrance.
The doors opened, and Julius stepped out. He wasn't wearing the suit he had on the night before. He was wearing clothes that were slightly too big for him—Harrison's clothes.
He didn't look like a man whose world was falling apart. He walked with a slow, heavy confidence, his head held high. As he passed the front desk, he didn't bother to pull up his collar.
The dark, purple marks on his neck were clear for everyone to see. Harrison followed a step behind him, his hand resting possessively on the small of Julius's back. The employees went silent, staring at the sight of the two most powerful men in the city walking side by side.
