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111. Rooftop At Eight?

Author: Marugy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-23 22:07:10

Xavier POV

My father chose my own office for the ambush.

It was Thursday morning, eight o'clock, and Arthur Sterling was sitting in my chair behind my desk with his cane across his lap and a leather folder squared perfectly in front of him. He did not look up when I walked in. Julian, a pace behind me, stopped in the doorway like a man who had walked into a lion's den by mistake.

"Close the door," my father said.

Julian looked at me. I nodded. The door clicked shut.

"You are in my seat," I sai
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