MICHEAL'S POV:
The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the coffee machine in the corner. I stood frozen, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. I had just received a call from James regarding the ongoing investigation on the benefactor.The words I had just heard from James echoed in my mind, each syllable was like a sledgehammer to my sense of reality.
"The benefactor is Victor Hale, Michael. Your old mentor."
Victor Hale.
The name tasted bitter as i mouthed it silently. For years, Victor had been a figure of admiration and respect in my life—a man who had taught me the ropes of the business world, imparted wisdom, and shown him the power of ambition. But Victor was also the man i had distanced myself from after a particularly contentious deal. Our fallout had been bitter, rooted in Victor's ruthless disregard for ethical boundaries. Still, i had never imagined that our paths would cross again like this.
