CASSIAN
Fluorescent lights glowed above. Mrs. Vine ordered the staff with the trays to keep moving.
Another year. Another survival. Another takeover.
Moretti Global Dynasty, currently ranked the most influential family in London.
No enemies to bother about. Absolute control in South America, London, and the Philippines.
Many families didn't survive what we did. Many businesses crashed under the weight of betrayal and expectation.
But we stood. I stood.
Dante sat in his wheelchair in front.
The world now knew he was sick. He'd allowed the press to slice and poke at the news for over a month now.
"Dante Moretti battles stage IV cancer."
"The Moretti king, A.K.A. the Devil's Eye, faces the battle of his life: cancer."
"Even the devil comes face to face with his end."
Those headlines irritated me more than the jazz playing in the background right now.
My gaze lingered on Dante.
Hair scraped off his head. Brows gone, yet he sat with rigid control.
