(Sebastian’s POV)He walked in like he still owned the air in the room, stopped three feet from my desk, and looked around with the slow, mocking sweep of a man appraising something he planned to repossess.“Nice view,” he said. “Still the same skyline. Still the same throne. Still the same little brother sitting in it like he earned it.”I didn’t stand.I leaned back, fingers laced across my stomach, and watched him.He looked older than the last time I’d seen him but the arrogance was unchanged. The same tilt to his chin, the same half-smile that had once fooled our father into thinking he was the future.“You’ve been busy,” he said, nodding toward the wall screen where the ticker still bled red for Lang Holdings. “Victor’s finished. Everyone knows it. The question is… how long before they realize you’re next?”I tilted my head. “You came all this way to gloat?”“I came to remind you,” he said, stepping closer, “that you’re not invincible. You never were. Father chose you because I
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