2025-06-30 20:52:05The call ended, and silence returned to the war room, but Kai’s pulse roared in his ears like a war drum.
He stood slowly, fingers brushing the cold silver nameplate. His name. His chair. His empire.
Thorne stepped beside him, arms behind his back. “You handled them better than expected.”
Kai didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to the screen still displaying the last face, the woman in red lipstick.
Her eyes were sharp as glass, her smile smooth as silk. She had said her name was Valencia Calderón, from Madrid. Oil. Arms. Influence.
“I want a file on everyone from that call,” Kai said.
“It’s already printed.”
“And that woman. Valencia. What’s her angle?”
“She was your grandfather’s ally… and rival. They played the game well. Sometimes together. Sometimes against each other.”
Kai narrowed his eyes. “She smiled at me like she already planned my funeral.”
Thorne nodded slightly. “She likely has.”
Hours later, Kai walked the grand halls alone. He wasn’t used to silence this big. The kind of quiet you could drown in.
At one point, he passed a painting taller than a car , a portrait of Lucian Everhart, painted in dark strokes. Cold blue eyes. A hand resting on a golden lion’s head.
Kai stopped. “I never met you,” he whispered to the painting. “But you left me a war.”
As if in response, the power flickered, just for a second. Then a soft ding.
Thorne’s voice echoed from a wall intercom: “Sir, the legacy seal is ready. Come to the atrium.”
The atrium looked like something out of a cathedral: marble floors, golden light spilling through massive stained-glass windows, and at the center, a pedestal with a black velvet cloth over something round.
Kai approached slowly. Thorne waited beside it, along with an older woman with icy white hair and thick glasses.
She bowed her head. “Mr. Everhart. I am Dr. Lynette Vael. Head of Internal Archives.”
“Archives?” Kai asked.
“This isn’t just a company. It’s a sovereign entity with assets, alliances, and secrets that span continents and decades. Your grandfather created a hidden directive, one that only his heir may access. It is sealed… here.”
She lifted the velvet cloth. Underneath sat a circular device, gold and obsidian, with the Everhart crest engraved in the center, a lion with three eyes, holding a key and a flame.
“Place your hand on the seal,” Dr. Vael instructed. “It will bind only to you. Once activated, it opens every door.”
Kai hesitated. “What kind of doors?” he asked.
“Literal,” she said. “And... not.”
He placed his hand on the seal. A pulse of warmth traveled up his arm. The device glowed faintly, then emitted a soft mechanical click. Hidden panels in the atrium walls opened with a hiss.
One revealed a safe full of passports, keys, and cash in over 12 currencies.
Another showed surveillance feeds, from cities, airports, foreign offices. Some of the footage was… illegal. Definitely illegal.
But it was the final door that took his breath. A staircase spiraling down into darkness. Cold air drifted up like a breath from the underworld.
Thorne said nothing. Neither did Dr. Vael. Kai stepped forward. “Where does it lead?”
Dr. Vael replied simply, “To the vault.”
“And what’s in the vault?”
Thorne answered this time. “The truth.”
He didn’t descend. Not yet. His head was spinning. Instead, he returned to the lounge and sat in front of the fireplace, glass of whiskey untouched beside him.
His mind replayed the last 24 hours like a broken film reel: insulted, laughed at, fired... then crowned.
But something itched in the back of his brain. ‘Why now? Why did they wait all these years?’
He picked up the silver ring from the box and examined the inside. There were numbers engraved inside the band: C5-A82-VL. He looked up sharply. C5. The restricted door.
He stood up and called out, “Thorne!”
No answer. The mansion was quiet. Too quiet. He made his way to Chamber 5.
The door was locked with a biometric scanner. He pressed the ring to it on a hunch.
Beep. Green light. The door slid open. Inside was a small, sterile room, walls of silver, a pedestal in the center. On it, a simple folder and a photo frame.
The photo made his heart stop. It was his mother. Younger. Smiling. Holding a newborn.
In the background, half-shadowed… stood Lucian Everhart. Kai’s jaw clenched.
He picked up the folder. TOP SECRET , LEVEL VL CLEARANCE. Subject: Project Lazarus. Status: Inactive. Reactivation authorized only by direct heir.
“Project... Lazarus?” What had his family been hiding?
Why did he have clearance for something his grandfather never activated? And why did his gut scream that this was not just business, but something far more dangerous?
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