The Sovereign Trap
The boardroom of the Obsidian Tower was a vacuum of emotion, a place where the only currency was leverage. Dominic sat at the head of the table, his face a mask of practiced indifference. Around him sat the remaining four members of the Council—the same men who, three years ago, had viewed him as a disposable asset from the slums of Queens. Dominic had not won through strength, but through the...
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