Quiet Reign
The glass doors of the Knight Real Estate executive suite parted with a soft hiss as Xavier walked in. He didn't look like a man who had just spent three hours in a corporate meat grinder; his posture was tall, commanding, and rigid. He walked straight to the mahogany conference table where Helena Knight and Camila West were waiting, and dropped the newly minted, digitally stamped Monroe Global probationary contract onto the polished surface.
"The blacklist is suspended," Xavier said, his voice a low, gravelly hum that resonated through the quiet room. "The integration begins tomorrow."