From Trash to Titan
He tried to scowl, tried to summon that familiar Mercer arrogance, but the reality of the situation came crashing down on him with the weight of a mountain.
It was over. Mercer Holdings, the source of his power, the reason he felt he could look down on the world, was gone. And with it, so was he. Only minutes ago, he had been the king of the ballroom, holding a phone full of "evidence" to ruin a man. Now, the screen of that same phone was lighting up with news alerts of his family’s total annihilation.
Tristan’s face wasn't just pale; it was a sickly gray. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears of pure, uncontrolled terror. He looked at the phone on the ground, then slowly lifted his gaz