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The third slap landed with a sickening snap, echoing across the room like a warning bell. The man’s knees buckled entirely this time, and he crumpled forward, his forehead hitting the polished floor with a soft thud. A trickle of blood ran freely now from the split corner of his lip, mixing with the sweat beading on his temples. He gasped, shivering violently, completely undone.Dylan didn’t pause. He stood over him, tall and unwavering, the shadow of authority pressing down on everyone present. His voice, low and deliberate, cut through the murmurs like a blade.“You had your chance,” Dylan said, pacing slowly around the man as if circling prey. “Your lies. Your cruelty. Your arrogance. And yet you thought you could hide behind the faces of others. But masks always slip, don’t they?”The man tried to raise his head, to plead again, but Dylan’s gaze alone held him frozen. His arms hung limp at his sides, as if the will to resist had been crushed entirely.“You hurt someone who had no
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The man by the pillar swallowed hard, his throat bobbing visibly as if every word he wanted to force out turned to stone in his mouth. His pride clashed with his fear. His fingers clenched against his thighs, nails biting into his skin.“I…” he croaked, voice breaking. “I’m sorry.”The bartender stiffened, blinking rapidly. His lips parted, but no sound came out. It was almost too surreal.Dylan’s eyes narrowed. He raised his chin slightly, the movement deceptively lazy but steeped in authority. “Too soft. Say it again. With your chest. Let them all hear who you bow to when your mask cracks.”The man’s face burned red. A muscle in his jaw ticked furiously, but when Dylan tilted his head in that sharp, mocking way again, he caved.“I’M SORRY!” he shouted, the words tumbling out raw and ugly. His voice carried across the room, echoing off the walls. “I was wrong. I mocked without knowing. I–I shouldn’t have said it!”The bartender flinched, looking down at the counter, shame and discomf
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The room froze. The bow was not deep, but it was sharp, precise, and undeniable.The same people who had been laughing seconds ago now stared in stunned silence. The sound of a glass being set down too hard at the bar echoed like a gunshot.The man near the pillar shifted his weight, his face draining of color. “W–wait,” he stammered, his earlier confidence cracking. “You… you can’t be serious. He’s just—”“Enough,” the manager cut him off without even glancing his way. His voice carried the weight of authority, calm but absolute. “Mr. Grenville is not to be questioned.”The young bartender, who had whispered earlier, felt his throat close. His hands shook as he tried to polish a glass, but the cloth slipped from his fingers. He dared not meet Dylan’s eyes.Dylan finally slid his phone back into his pocket, his smirk widening just slightly. He didn’t look at the crowd, only at the man still bent before him. “Good,” he said quietly, as if the single word settled everything.The manager
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The tension in the room had barely begun to settle when a new layer of mockery surfaced.A man in a dark blazer, arms crossed, leaned forward slightly, his voice dripping with disdain. “Oh, look at him,” he said with a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Grenville this, Grenville that. If you’re so important, why don’t you prove it? Or is this just all smoke and mirrors?”A few others around him chuckled, emboldened by his words.Dylan’s eyes flicked toward him lazily, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a smirk that was all predator. “Smoke and mirrors, you say?” His voice was soft, slow, deliberate. “Funny. I’ve never met a man so confident in his ignorance.”A young bartender, who had been trying to remain unnoticed by the drama, finally whispered under his breath, “Yeah, big talk for someone who just walks in and stares at us like he owns the place.”Dylan’s head snapped toward him, sharper than anyone could have expected. “Walks in? I glide in,” he corrected, his tone slic
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The words hit the lobby like a dropped glass. Conversations stuttered, laughter faltered, and even the clink of glasses from the bar seemed to still.The older receptionist blinked, her lips parting as if she wanted to retort but couldn’t find the words. Dylan’s gaze stayed on her, sharp and unwavering.“Tell me,” Dylan drawled, straightening and letting his hands rest lightly on the counter, “do you really believe a clipboard and a checklist give you more power than me? That a pen stroke decides who belongs here?” He let out a quiet chuckle, slow and mocking. “Adorable.”The tall man near the pillar scoffed, pushing off it with his shoulder. “Big words for someone who can’t even walk in without stuttering at reception.”Dylan’s head turned lazily toward him, eyes narrowing with the faintest glimmer of amusement. “Stuttering?” His smirk deepened. “You must be mistaking me for yourself, since the only thing I’ve heard from your mouth so far is the nervous laugh of a man desperate to be
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Dylan’s eyes flicked toward the younger receptionist, cool and assessing, the kind of gaze that made people feel like they were being measured and found lacking. His voice was low, even, but laced with sharp amusement. “Why should I give my name?”The receptionist hesitated, her fingers tightening on the edge of the desk. She glanced at her colleague, then back at him, as if trying to decide whether to stand her ground or collapse under the quiet force radiating from him. “It’s… it’s just… protocol,” she said finally, a little too quickly. “Everyone has to give their name. Otherwise…”“Otherwise what?” Dylan leaned in slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His presence was calm, but the air around him seemed to thrum with a tension that made the busy lobby quiet down in patches.The older receptionist straightened, her expression firm, though the faint twitch in her jaw betrayed irritation—or perhaps fear. “Otherwise we can’t let you through. The boardroom is
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