The afternoon sun poured through the windows of the Crown Estate, casting long shadows across the marble floors. William stood at the entrance, gazing out over the expansive gardens. He had secured his first business, claimed the city's most prestigious property, but there was still work to be done.
He had left the Cain estate with nothing but the clothes on his back, but now, it was time to project the image of the man he was becoming. He needed to present himself not as someone still rising but as someone who had already arrived.
Reginald appeared by his side, as calm and efficient as ever. "Master William, your car is prepared. However, I believe it would be more appropriate to send Marcus, our newest associate, with you today."
William nodded. Marcus—the scarred man who had pledged his loyalty in the real estate office—was eager to prove himself. It would be the first time William allowed him to step up in public.
As Reginald left to make the arrangements, William straightened his jacket. Marcus, a man who ran the town's underworld operations, was more than capable of handling any situation that might arise. His influence stretched through the lower levels of the city, and now that he had pledged his loyalty, William had him at his disposal.
Moments later, Marcus arrived in a sleek black sedan, stepping out of the driver's seat and nodding respectfully to William. His imposing presence and sharp eyes revealed a man who was both feared and respected by those who knew him. His scar, a deep reminder of his past, cut down his cheek like a symbol of the harsh world he controlled.
"Master William," Marcus said, his voice rough but steady. "I'll be taking you into town today. You ready?"
William gave him a nod and stepped into the back of the car. Marcus, now firmly in control, started the engine and they rolled through the gates of the estate.