Sebastian's Point Of View
The air in my office was thick with tension. I sat behind my mahogany desk, tapping my fingers against the polished surface while Olivia, my assistant, stood beside me, awaiting instructions.
The dim overhead lighting cast long shadows across the room, the only illumination coming from the city skyline behind me.
Morana Sinclair.
That wretched woman.
She had thrown a grenade into my carefully constructed empire, and now the entire industry was watching the flames.
I wouldn't let her win.
I refused to let her win.
I turned my chair slightly, my fingers interlocked as I exhaled slowly. "We need to go on the offensive, Olivia. If she wants to play dirty, we'll show her just how merciless we can be."
Olivia nodded, her sharp green eyes gleaming with intrigue. "What's the plan, sir?"
I smirked coldly. "We remind the world of who Morana Sinclair really is."
She tilted her head. "How?"
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk. "The video."
