The Game
Sam's Pov
I adjusted my cufflinks as I stepped into the towering building of Asher Auto. The familiar scent of polished wood and leather surrounded me, pulling me into memories of long-standing family tensions. This place was more than a company; it was a battlefield, where ambition and power played out in the shadows. Today, I was here to confront one of those shadows, my uncle Peter Asher.
Peter had always been a mystery. He had a way of smiling at you while secretly plotting your downfall. I needed answers, and I wasn't leaving without them.
The secretary greeted me with a professional nod, gesturing toward Peter's office. I pushed the door open and found him behind his grand oak desk, casually sipping what I guessed was an expensive scotch. He looked up, a thin smile tugging at his lips.
"Sam," he said, setting his glass down. "To what do I owe this rare visit? It's not every day the family favorite graces my humble office."