Kelan Benedict leaned back in his leather chair, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the opulent office around him. He had made it, rising from his father’s shadow to a position of power within Dragon Corporation. The board had given him free rein to “restructure” the company, and he had wasted no time in asserting his authority, cutting away “excess weight” with a ruthless efficiency.To him, the layoffs and downsizing were proof of his capability, a demonstration of his ability to make tough decisions that lesser men would shy away from.Not only that, but he had freed up some much needed capital for his own pet project. He dreamed of commissioning his own cruise ship from which he could conduct business and bask in the ocean all in the same day.The Tortuga Cruise liner would be his crowning achievement once things settled down here. It would only cost a few billion to build such a floating city, and he had just freed up nearly four times that.While Dragon C
Kelan snorted, dismissing the concern with a wave of his hand. “Brantley’s a non-issue. A small-time businessman who got lucky. He may have Kerrigan’s ear for now, but she’ll come around once she sees what I can offer. Besides, she’s too busy trying to keep her head above water with all the changes I’m making.”“Don’t underestimate him,” Zadok warned, his tone sharp. “I have not been able to confirm their connection, but he carries the name of priestess Rainna. He could hold one of the Dragon soul stones—Celia’s in fact, if Rainna was really his mother. That alone makes him a threat, no matter how insignificant you think he is.”Kelan’s smile faltered slightly at the mention of the soul stones. He had heard the legends, the whispers of the power they held, but he had always dismissed them as just that—legends. Yet, the way Zadok spoke of it made him pause, if only for a moment.“I’ll deal with Brantley if he becomes a problem,” Kelan said, his voice lacking the confidence it had carr
Kelan Benedict paced the length of the lavish boardroom, his fingers tapping nervously against his thigh. He was scheduled to meet with Board Chairman Turner any minute, but his mind was elsewhere.The so-called successes he had proudly touted to Zadok yesterday felt increasingly hollow, especially now that he had a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach. His father’s expectations loomed large over him, a shadow that was impossible to ignore.The door creaked open, and Chairman Turner entered, his usually stern face softened by a faint, perfunctory smile. “Kelan,” Turner greeted him, extending a hand.“Chairman,” Kelan replied, shaking his hand with what he hoped was a confident grip. He gestured for Turner to take a seat, but before either of them could sit, Kelan’s phone buzzed in his pocket. The screen flashed with the name "Gregor Benedict," and Kelan felt his chest tighten.“Excuse me for just a moment,” Kelan said, forcing a smile as he stepped away to take the call in the ne
Settling into his chair, the tension from his conversation with his father still simmering beneath the surface. Kelan forced a smile as he looked across the table at Chairman Turner, who was already reviewing a series of financial reports on his tablet.The older man’s expression was stern, his eyes betraying little as he scanned the numbers. Turner had been a loyal asset to the Benedict family for years, but Kelan knew that loyalty was a double-edged sword—Turner was bound by his obligations to Gregor Benedict, but he wasn’t blind to Kelan’s own meddling.Kelan also knew the man likely had reasons of his own to have wanted Kerrigan removed from her undeserved position as Dragon Corporations president.“So, Chairman Turner,” Kelan began, trying to inject confidence into his voice. “I wanted to go over the recent budget adjustments and discuss a few opportunities I believe we should pursue.”Turner looked up from his tablet, his expression unchanged. “Opportunities? From what I’ve seen
The days following the initial wave of layoffs at Dragon Corporation passed in a tense, uneasy haze for most of the staff. The chaos that had erupted as employees were cut from the company had gradually given way to a silent simmering anxiety.The restructuring was mostly complete, at least for now, but the uncertainty that lingered in the halls of Dragon Corporation made it clear that the calm was merely the eye of the storm. Everyone was waiting for the next move—whether it would come from Kelan, the board, or Kerrigan herself.Those directors who could see the writing on the wall were waiting for their business partners to cause a ruckus and cut ties with Dragon Corporation when orders started to miss deadlines. It was only a matter of time before the fireworks began.Conor, meanwhile, had grown restless. Despite his nightly debriefs with Kerrigan, where they would discuss the day’s events and strategize about the future, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being sidelined.K
Saturday morning arrived with the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Kerrigan stirred, feeling the gentle tickle of something warm and wet against her cheek. Groggily, she opened her eyes to find Faolan perched beside her on the bed, her large, shaggy head tilted to the side as she licked her face in greeting.“Faolan,” Kerrigan murmured, half-laughing as she pushed the affectionate dog away. “Alright, alright, I’m awake.”Faolan’s tail wagged happily as she hopped off the bed, circling the room with eager energy. Kerrigan stretched, feeling the tension of the past few days easing slightly as she sat up. Today was different. Today, they didn’t have to rush into meetings or strategize against enemies. Today, they had a rare moment to breathe.She reached for her phone and saw a message from Conor, who was likely up and about already. Smiling to herself, she quickly typed out a reply, suggesting they take advantage of the day off. The
Kerrigan leaned back in her chair, massaging her temples as she tried to process the sheer volume of information laid out before her. The light of her office cast long shadows across the room, highlighting the stacks of papers, receipts, and folders spread out on the desk.Natalie sat across from her, flipping through yet another file, her expression one of focused determination.“Dagdon really went all out this time,” Natalie remarked, her eyes scanning a particularly thick document. “I don’t think he left a single receipt unchecked.”Kerrigan nodded, her mind half on Natalie’s words and half on the growing suspicion gnawing at her. “He’s thorough, that’s for sure. But I’m more interested in what he didn’t find.”Natalie looked up, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t find?”“Yes. Or rather, what’s hidden in plain sight.” Kerrigan reached for a folder marked with a small red tab and opened it. “Look here—dinners, strip clubs, bars, social outings. It’s all here, detailed and accounted for. Bu
The tension in the room was palpable as Kerrigan, Conor, and the Dragoons gathered around the large table in the hotel suite late in the night.Maps, blueprints, and the intelligence Dagdon had gathered were spread out before them. The low hum of city noise outside was the only sound as everyone processed the information Kerrigan had just shared.Parker was the first to break the silence, leaning over the table with a grim expression. “We’re too well-known to go into that area undetected. It’s not just the gangs we’d have to worry about; word would get out fast that we’re there, and it’d get back to Kelan and Zadok before we even set foot inside.”Kerrigan nodded, her face drawn with concern. “Aye, you’re right. Even Dagdon didn’t go in—he knew it would be too risky.”Conor, standing beside her, ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. It was clear Kerrigan was too, as the lilt in her voice become more pronounced. “So what do we do?”Reilynn, who had been quietly studying the