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MASTER OF THE DYING EMPIRE
“Sir… you know him?”Victor turned his head slowly toward her. His eyes were cold now, and the sweat on his face only made him look more dangerous.“Know him?” Victor echoed. “Without him, this building doesn’t have the necessary electrical power we need.”The second receptionist blinked fast. “The necessary electrical power?”Victor’s voice sharpened. “Eight months,” he said, and the bitterness in his tone made people shrink. “For eight months we have been drowning, cutting staff, freezing projects, begging banks, patching rigs. And you think you can stand here and laugh at the one man who can decide whether Danielson Conglomerate breathes again?”The first receptionist’s lips trembled. “Sir, we didn’t know—”“You didn’t know because you didn’t use your brains,” Victor snapped. “You looked at his clothes and decided his worth. That is why this company is dying. That is why enemies walk into our lobby and laugh at us.”A soft movement came from the hallway.The Finance Director—the sa
AUTHORITY WITHOUT INTRODUCTION
Victor Danielson’s shout hit the lobby like a whip.“What is the meaning of this?!”His voice did not sound like the tired executive they were used to seeing on news interviews. It sounded sharp. Urgent. Almost afraid.The authority in it made even the security guard straighten his back.People who had been whispering seconds ago suddenly found their throats dry. It was the first time in months that Lord Victor had sounded like a man who still had something to lose.And everyone could feel that whatever that “something” was… it was standing right in front of him.Every laugh died instantly. Even the air-conditioning felt louder when the room went quiet. The two staff members still had their hands on Ethan’s wrist and elbow, and they froze like children caught stealing.The first receptionist snapped out of her shock first. Relief rushed into her face like she had been waiting for a rescue. She pointed at Ethan as if she’d found the cause of every problem in the building.“Sir, thank
THREE MINUTES TO SUFFOCATION
“Yes,” another receptionist replied. “Random. And honestly, you’re starting to look delusional.”A man near the elevators chuckled under his breath. Another woman muttered, “This company is falling apart and we’re dealing with clowns in the lobby.”Ethan looked around the lobby for a moment. He noticed the tension on faces, the way people avoided eye contact like they were afraid of catching bad luck. He noticed the security guard by the inner doors shifting his weight, ready to step in if the desk called him over. Then Ethan looked back to the receptionists.“This company is struggling,” he said simply.The second receptionist scoffed. “Wow,” she said. “Thank you for that genius observation.” She mocked Ethan.Ethan didn’t bite. “It’s struggling because it lost support it didn’t even know it had,” he said. “And it will collapse if the right person doesn’t make the right decision soon.”The first receptionist narrowed her eyes. “Are you threatening us?”“I’m warning you,” Ethan answe
A NOBODY AT THE FRONT DESK
The first receptionist’s rude question didn’t shock Ethan. It only confirmed what he already knew about dying empires. When people felt powerless, they grabbed the smallest power they could find and squeezed it until it felt like control. Ethan met her eyes without anger, without apology, and that calm made her frown harder.A clock ticked somewhere behind the desk, slow and loud in the quiet lobby. Ethan noticed how the receptionists’ smiles were not real smiles. They were shields. The kind people wore when the ground under them was already cracking.He also noticed the small things. A “WELCOME” sign with peeling edges. A donation box for “staff welfare” sitting near the counter like a silent apology. A row of chairs with torn leather that had not been replaced.This company was not just losing money. It was losing dignity.“I’m here to see Lord Victor Danielson,” Ethan repeated, steady. “Please let him know I’m in the lobby.”The first receptionist didn’t even reach for the phon
POLISHED FLOORS, CRACKED FACES
Cold air from the lobby vents hit Ethan’s face as soon as he stepped in, and it carried the sharp smell of disinfectant and tired perfume. The floor was polished, but the shine looked forced, like someone was cleaning out of fear, not pride. Even the chandelier above the reception desk seemed dimmer than it should have been. People moved through the space with their heads down, walking fast like they didn’t want to be seen. Ethan took four calm steps forward.On the fifth step, a woman rounded the corner too quickly, heels striking the marble like angry punctuation. She was elegant in a fitted cream blazer, her hair was pinned back neatly, and her makeup was flawless in the way only stressed women bothered to perfect. She held a thick folder and a tablet, and her eyes were fixed on the screen, not on where she was going. She slammed into Ethan’s shoulder.Files exploded from her arms and scattered across the floor like thrown cards.“What the—” she snapped, jerking back. Her eyes
THE EMPIRE HE STARVED
The Danielson headquarters used to look like a monument. Now it looked like a man who had stopped eating.Ethan stood across the street in plain jeans and a dark shirt, hands in his pockets, face calm. Morning light hit the building’s glass, but the shine didn’t hold. Dust clung to the corners of the windows, and a long crack ran through one of the entrance panels like a scar nobody had bothered to fix.The parking lot told the truth faster than any report. Whole rows were empty. A few tired cars sat near the side, and one delivery truck idled with its back doors open like it was waiting to be told to leave. Near the gate, a security guard leaned on the booth with his cap pushed back, looking more bored than alert.Two employees stood outside the main doors, smoking like the air inside was worse than the air out here. Their suits weren’t pressed. One of them had his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up, as if he’d given up on pretending.“You heard the rumor?” the first man asked
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