BILLIONAIRE’S PLAY THING
Control reasserted.
For a moment, silence stretches between us. Only the distant hum of traffic fills the room.
“Evelyn?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t let anyone think I’m rattled. Not the board, not the press, not even my enemies. Dominic Hale doesn’t break.”
She inclines her head. “Understood.”
When she leaves, the office falls silent again. I stare at the skyline, the storm of thoughts swirling. Control. Discipline. Ruthlessness.
I pour myself a glass of whiskey and return to my desk, the plans already unfolding in my mind like a chessboard. Weston Steel will survive, because I will. And if blood must be spilled to ensure it, then so be it.
After all, I didn’t build an empire by being merciful.