Chris Blackwood set his phone down, his fingers tapping lightly against his desk. His office was dimly lit, the glow from the city skyline casting long shadows across the room.
Across from him, Ethan stood with his usual unwavering posture, waiting.
Chris leaned back in his chair, exhaling.
"Ethan, get me the man."
Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Which one?"
Chris's gaze sharpened. "Laurent's financial strategist. The one managing their offshore accounts."
Ethan nodded, already understanding. "You want leverage."
Chris smirked. "I want control."
Victoria Laurent had made a mistake. She thought her family's influence could threaten Blackwood dominance.
She was wrong.
Chris never played defense. He attacked first.
"Find him," he said, his voice cold. "And make sure he understands what happens when someone thinks they can challenge me."
Ethan gave a sharp nod before turning on his heel, already dialing numbers as he walked out.
Chris leaned forward, his fingers steepled.
This wasn't just business.
This was a lesson.
And Victoria Laurent was about to learn exactly what it meant to cross a Blackwood.