Chapter One: The Cost of Power
The steady rhythm of rain drummed against the windows of Moretti Enterprises, casting shimmering streaks across the glass. Adrian Moretti leaned back in his leather chair, a slow swirl of whiskey in his glass, his sharp brown eyes fixed on the city below. From up here, the streets looked quiet, almost peaceful—an illusion.
In his world, peace was a fragile lie.
The office smelled of expensive cigars and leather, the air thick with unspoken deals and the weight
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