Wang Jian looked down at Erik Schneider, his expression cold and unyielding. "You've lost, Erik," he said, his voice flat. "But I'm not done with you yet."
He held out a document, a pen clutched between his fingers. "Sign this," he ordered. "It's a transfer of power. You'll be giving your wife control over Devereux's European operations in your absence."
Erik looked at the document, his eyes hollow with defeat. He knew that signing it would be the final nail in his coffin, the ultimate betrayal of everything he had worked for. But what did it matter now? His life was already in ruins.
With a heavy heart, he took the pen and scrawled his name across the page. Wang Jian took the document, a triumphant smile playing across his lips. "Excellent," he purred. "Now, let's go for a little walk, shall we?"
