In the dimly lit confines of his lavish penthouse apartment, Vincent sat alone at his sleek, black marble desk, surrounded by the trappings of wealth and power. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more sinister than the last. He had come so close to confronting Tega Doherty, the man responsible for his years of imprisonment, only to be brushed off like a mere nuisance.
But Vincent was not one to be deterred by setbacks. If anything, the encounter had only fueled the flames of his determination. He knew that he needed to strike quickly and decisively if he wanted to achieve his ultimate goal of bringing Tega to his knees.
