Zogo moved with a natural, effortless authority, his stride long and confident, as if this company, this room, and everything inside it already belonged to him. Behind him followed Brook and Finn, their expressions serious and alert, guarding his steps. Zogo did not stop or pause to greet anyone, nor did he acknowledge the stunned faces of the two older men seated at the table.He walked straight toward the head of the table, right to where Amara sat, and without hesitation, he pulled out the empty chair beside her and sat down right next to her, as if he had every right to be there.Edgar and Damian were frozen in their seats, their eyes wide with confusion, shock, and a sudden, rising fear.They knew Zogo Walton very well. For years, they had tried countless times to approach him, to invite him to events, to meetings, to dinners, hoping to build a connection with one of the most powerful, influential men in the country. But every single time, he had turned them down flat. He had ign
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