In a sleek high-rise office overlooking the glittering cityscape, Marcus Denton sat back in his plush leather chair, idly swiveling side to side. A playful, predatory smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he savored the triumph of his latest maneuver against his long-time rival, Vincent Holloway.
"Tell me, Jenkins, did our little package make it to Holloway's office intact?" Denton drawled, his piercing gaze fixed on his assistant, who stood nervously before the imposing mahogany desk.
Jenkins cleared his throat, tugging at his collar. "Y-yes, sir. The courier reported that Mr. Holloway received the...uh, the gift personally."
Denton chuckled, leaning back in his chair and steepling his fingers. "Excellent. I can just imagine the look on his face when he saw those condoms. He must have been absolutely mortified."
The tycoon's smile widened, a glint of malicious satisfaction in his eyes. "And the note? Did he get the message loud and clear?"
