Asher watched steadily as the suited men walked in, hazel-gold eyes gleaming.
They adjusted the lapels of their suit jackets as they walked closer, it was almost like they were reassuring themselves with the concealed weapons hidden in their coats.
He said nothing even after they sat down without invitation, watching, and waiting.
"The High Council believes that this is a serious matter that requires direct intervention-" The spokesperson started without aplomb.
Asher placed both of his hands on his massive desk and leaned forward, "And what matter is that?" He interrupted, the air around him menacing.
The representative cleared his throat while his silent partner kept looking around like he expected to be jumped.
"Regarding Caspian Mendez, the heir to Moonstone Pac-"
"Who?" He calmly interrupted again, cocking a brow.
The representative gritted his teeth in frustration, "If you would let me finish speakin-"
