The First Move
Dinner with Daggers The Collins mansion gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, but to Leon it was a battlefield. Every evening at that table meant blood—not spilled on the floor, but carved into his pride. Tonight was no different. “Leon,” Miranda’s voice rang sharp as a blade, “you didn’t speak a word during the meeting. Do you think you’re mute, or are you really that stupid?” Brandon leaned back, swirling his wine. “Don’t be so harsh, Mother. Our dear brother-in-law has an important role—he’s the mascot of failure. Without him, how would we know how successful we were?” Laughter rolled down the table. Emily sat stiffly, her fork moving mechanically through her food. She hadn’t supported him since the car park dispute. Leon lowered his gaze. He could almost feel the System waiting, humming in the background, rewarding his silence. But tonight… he had something more. His phone buzzed faintly. He slid it from his pocket under the table. The words pulsed in gold: [Quest Reminder: First Move – Use your new skill within 24 hours.] Leon’s thumb brushed the screen. A surge of warmth spread through his chest. Skill Activated: Negotiator’s Edge. The room seemed to sharpen. Voices slowed, expressions deepened, hidden motives flickered like neon signs above each person’s head. Miranda: contempt, insecurity. Brandon: arrogance, hunger for validation. Emily: pride… but something else. Fear. Leon’s lips curved faintly. “Mother-in-law,” he said suddenly. His voice was soft, yet it cut through the laughter. All eyes snapped to him. “What did you say?” Miranda demanded. Leon lifted his gaze, calm, steady. “You’re right. I don’t contribute much. But if I told you I could bring in new investment for the Collins Group—would that still make me useless?” The room went still. Brandon snorted. “You? Investment? Don’t joke.” Leon tilted his head. The Negotiator’s Edge pulsed. His words slid like silk. “Some doors open to silence. Not to noise. Maybe one of those doors is ready to open for the Collins Group.” Miranda frowned, caught between scorn and curiosity. Even Emily’s fork paused midair. “Explain yourself,” Miranda demanded. Leon only smiled faintly, eyes dropping back to his plate. “You’ll see.” [Quest Progress: 60%.] The table buzzed with whispers. Brandon scoffed, but doubt flickered in his eyes. Emily’s gaze lingered on Leon a fraction longer than usual. And Leon chewed his food slowly, savoring not the taste—but the silence he’d weaponized. The Hidden Network Later that night, when the mansion finally quieted, Leon sat by the window again. The silver watch ticked softly, steady as his breathing. His phone buzzed. The System glowed. [Quest Completed: First Move.] Reward: Access to Hidden Network.] Leon tapped. The screen shifted. A new menu unfolded—encrypted chats, anonymous profiles, lines of data, and opportunities blinking like stars in the void. Hidden Network: A marketplace of shadows. Buyers, sellers, informants, investors—all cloaked behind code names. Leon’s pulse quickened. He clicked a random listing: “Short-term investment opportunity. Entry: $10,000. Return: $30,000 in 48 hours. Risk minimal. Verified by System.” Another: “Corporate intel on rival companies. Price: $5,000.” Leon leaned back, heart pounding. This wasn’t just money. This was power. The System buzzed again. [Special Offer: First Trade Discount – 50%. Limited time.] Leon didn’t hesitate. He tapped to purchase intel on Collins Group’s biggest rival—Sterling Enterprises. Within seconds, a file appeared. He opened it. Charts, reports, hidden scandals. Sterling’s CEO secretly funneled company money into illegal offshore accounts. One exposure, and Sterling would crumble. Leon exhaled slowly. Tomorrow, Brandon and Miranda would laugh again. But tomorrow, Leon would carry a knife beneath his silence. Shattered Masks The next day, Leon accompanied Emily to another meeting. She tried to protest, but he simply said, “I’ll stay quiet.” Emily’s lips pressed thin, but she didn’t argue. The meeting began. Brandon boasted of Sterling Enterprises’ “flawless” strategy, mocking Emily’s failures again. The board chuckled, eager to see her squirm. Leon sat still. Silent. Until the moment was perfect. He leaned toward Harold, his voice low, words wrapped in the glow of his Skill. “Check Sterling’s offshore accounts. You’ll find something interesting.” Harold blinked, startled. He studied Leon’s calm face. Then, curiosity won. He signaled his secretary. Within minutes, whispers flew across the table as documents loaded onto screens. Sterling’s scandal glared back at them. Gasps erupted. Brandon’s smug smile froze. Miranda’s face drained of color. Emily stared at Leon, eyes wide, lips parted. “Impossible,” Brandon muttered. “How did he—?” Harold slammed the gavel. “This changes everything. We’ll launch an investigation immediately. Sterling will bleed.” The board whispered with amazement and wonder.. For the first time, their gaze was drawn away from Brandon and Miranda and toward Leon. He lowered his gaze again, calm, silent. [System Update: Quest Chain Unlocked – The Silent King’s Rise.] [New Title Earned: Shadow Investor.] Emily touched his arm when the meeting ended. Her voice trembled slightly. “Leon… how did you know?” He caught her eyes, a small curve on his lips. “Some doors open to silence.” Her hand fell away slowly. Confusion, doubt, maybe even fear flickered in her eyes. As they left the building, Brandon stormed behind them, fury twisting his face. “You think this makes you somebody?” he hissed in Leon’s ear. “You’re still nothing. You’ll always be nothing.” Leon turned his head slightly, his silver watch catching the sunlight. His tone was steady, serene, and as silent as death. “Then why are you shaking?” Brandon flinched. Leon walked on, Emily trailing behind him in silence, the city’s shadows stretching long before them.
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CHAPTER 11
The Underground AuctionThe city above glittered with neon, but beneath its surface lay a world most never saw. The underground auction was no place for the faint-hearted—it was where fortunes changed hands in whispers, where art, relics, and even businesses were sold like trinkets.Leon received his invitation in silence. A sleek black envelope had arrived at his apartment, slipped under the door without a name. On the inside, a single card bore an embossed crest: The Black Dragon Auction House.He hadn’t planned to attend. Not yet. But the boardroom debacle had stirred whispers; Brandon was bleeding, and vultures would gather. If Leon wanted to stay ahead, he needed to see which predators were circling.Emily, however, had different plans. She stormed into their bedroom that evening, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.“Do you know what your little stunt at the meeting cost me?” she demanded.Leon looked up from the invitation card, his expression unreadable. “You did
CHAPTER 10
Divorce Me, I Will Think About ItThe Fracture at HomeThe Collins mansion, though bathed in warm lamplight, felt like a mausoleum.Silence clung to its high ceilings and marble floors, a suffocating silence—not the comforting kind after a long day, but the brittle quiet of a battlefield where the smoke had settled, yet the corpses still lay unburied.Emily sat rigid on the living room sofa, still wrapped in the tailored navy suit she had worn to the boardroom. The collar pinched at her throat; her hair, perfectly coiled in the morning, was now a tired knot stabbing her scalp. She had kicked off her heels hours ago, but her calves still ached from standing too long, smiling too long, pretending too long.Her hand trembled faintly as she lifted a glass of red wine. She hadn’t wanted wine tonight—it dulled her edge, and Emily Collins lived on edges. But the bitterness on her tongue was better than the bitterness still lodged in her chest.The door clicked open behind her.Leon entere
CHAPTER 9
The Boardroom ShowdownThe Collins Group boardroom gleamed like a battlefield dressed in glass and mahogany. The long oval table shone under the overhead lights, polished until it reflected the faces of the men and women who sat around it. Shareholders in tailored suits lined the seats, their watches glittering with diamonds and gold, their expressions expectant. This wasn’t just a meeting—it was a trial.At the head of the room stood Brandon Collins, puffed up like a general before his army. His navy-blue suit was cut to perfection, his silk tie blindingly bold, his every gesture a performance. He slapped a thick folder of documents onto the table, letting the sound echo like a gavel.“Ladies and gentlemen,” he declared, his voice booming with the false ease of a man who rehearsed in the mirror. “Today, we make history.Today, we decide the future of Collins Group.We stand on the edge of unprecedented growth, and under my leadership, we will leap into a new era of dominance.”
CHAPTER 8
The Hidden BenefactorThe morning sun poured into the Collins dining hall, but the air was heavy with tension. Emily’s mother slammed her hand on the table, rattling the porcelain teacups.“Who is doing this to us?” she demanded, her voice shrill. “First the project, now the investors pulling out. Brandon, explain!”Brandon rubbed his temples, his face pale from lack of sleep. “I don’t know! Last night, three of our shareholders got anonymous offers. Higher buyouts, better terms. By morning, they switched sides. This isn’t chance—it’s a deliberate strike.”Leon, sitting quietly at the far end, stirred his tea. The spoon clinked softly against porcelain, a small, steady rhythm that grated on Brandon’s nerves.“Can you not do that?” Brandon snapped. “We’re talking about millions here!”Leon looked up, mild and unbothered. Millions can be easily moved with the right hand pushing.”Brandon froze. Emily’s gaze sharpened on Leon. For a fleeting second, suspicion flickered in her eyes—but
CHAPTER 7
The Welcome PartyThe Collins mansion glowed that evening, its chandeliers blazing like suns. Cars lined the driveway, polished to mirrors, each one announcing the arrival of the city’s elites.Inside, servants moved like shadows, refilling crystal glasses and adjusting velvet drapes. The Collins family spared no expense—this party was their attempt to prove they still belonged at the center of power.Leon arrived last. He wore the same black suit from the rooftop dinner, the one tailored to silence rather than boast. It wasn’t flashy, but the way it clung to his shoulders and moved with him gave off an air few noticed consciously yet couldn’t ignore.The first voice that sliced through the crowd was Brandon’s.“Ah, the dishwasher made it!” Laughter rippled across the room. Guests turned, amused. Brandon strolled forward, his glass of champagne tilting dangerously close to spilling. His smug grin widened as he looked Leon up and down.Emily followed at his side, glittering in silve
CHAPTER 6
The Anonymous InvitationThe morning after Brandon’s latest display of arrogance, Leon found a slim, cream-colored envelope slipped under his bedroom door. No seal, no signature—just his name in neat, sharp handwriting:“Mr. Leon Gray.”Emily was still sleeping next to him, her hair matted on the pillow and her breathing quiet. He didn’t want to wake her, so he slipped out quietly and stepped onto the balcony, holding the envelope against the rising sun.Inside was a single card, its edges embossed with gold:“A private dinner. The Tower, Skyline Rooftop, 8 p.m. Come alone.”No name. No host. No explanation.Leon’s lips curved faintly. He already knew.The Tower was the most exclusive building in the city—only billionaires and foreign tycoons dared to host dinners there. Whoever sent this card wasn’t inviting a nobody son-in-law. They were calling for him.For L.C.The Collins family downstairs had already begun their daily chaos. Brandon’s voice thundered through the hall, barking
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