Kian had always known that power wasn't just about who held the most authority.
It was about who controlled the narrative.
And right now?
Mercer was trying to write his.
That thought alone had Kian's blood thrumming with adrenaline as he sat in his office, fingers steepled beneath his chin, replaying every single word of their conversation.
Mercer had made a move.
Now, it was Kian's turn.
A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.
Before he could even respond, Adrian stepped inside and locked the door behind him.
Because of course, Adrian didn't knock to ask for permission.
He just took.
Kian arched an eyebrow. "No dramatic entrance this time?"
Adrian smirked, leaning casually against the desk. "Figured you'd appreciate the quiet before I tell you how many ways Mercer is going to try and screw us over."
Kian sighed, leaning back in his chair. "That bad?"
