The sun hung low over the Lokir estate, casting a soft glow over the rolling hills and distant forests. Conor sat at the long oak table in the estate’s grand conference room, staring down at the map of Pinon Province spread out before him. The lines on the map marked the gas fields they were hoping to tap, though, at this point, hope felt like too generous a word. Kerrigan stood beside him, her fingers trailing over the routes of potential pipelines, her brow furrowed in concentration.
“They’re stalling,” she muttered, her voice tight with frustration. “We’ve been at this for weeks, and the Pinon nobles still won’t commit.”
Conor sighed, running a hand through his hair. “They don’t want outsiders telling them what to do. It’s not about the gas fields. It’s about power.”
Before Kerrigan could respond, the door opened, and Marina Ellis entered, followed by a handful of engineers and busi
The warm air of late spring greeted Conor and Kerrigan as their convoy rolled through the winding roads of Pinon Province, its rugged landscape starkly different from the lush forests of Lokir. The mountains stood tall and jagged, casting long shadows across the rocky terrain, as if guarding the secrets buried deep within the earth. It was here, beneath these formidable peaks, that the natural gas reserves lay, a potential treasure that could reshape Golan’s energy landscape—but only if Conor and Kerrigan could break through the iron resistance of the Pinon nobility.As the convoy slowed upon reaching the outskirts of Pinon’s provincial capital, Conor glanced at Kerrigan, who sat beside him, her face a mask of quiet determination. Faolan, her ever-loyal wolfhound, sat at her feet, head resting on her paws but eyes alert. Tom Ridley had already deployed the Dragoons ahead of them, ensuring the streets and the meeting venue were secure. Still, there was a tens
Conor did his best to help the bellman get the ladies luggage into the hotel suite but the pile was truly massive.Parker only had one suitcase and a separate bag for his uniform suits. For his part, Conor had brought about the same.Kerrigan didn’t seem to have much, but her three guards had a mountain of cases between them.“What on earth did you bring?” Connor asked as the pile tipped, spilling across the floor of the sitting room.“Just the essentials,” Reilynn answered as she let Faolan (pronounced as FWAY-lahn) into the room.Connor gawked at both her and then at the room they had entered. “Are we in an imperial suite or something?”Kerrigan didn’t seem to notice the grandeur as she made for one of the rooms to the left, “It is one of the rooms we established for visiting nobility. The King would never stay here, but other dignitaries have in the past. The king would stay at the temple or with one of the dukes.”The way she said it so casually caught Conor off guard as she vanis
“What is it?” Conor asked as they reached the SUV and climbed into the back.“My grandfather has formally requested my presence at his estate at the end of the month,” Kerrigan said, slumping heavily down into the seat.“I thought you were on good terms with your grandparents, or at least not at odds with them,” Conor asked.“Not really. We are not on bad terms that I know of, other than never seeing them in many years. I don’t know, I guess I still harbor some resentment for them leaving me at the temple. I get it, it was safer that, at least until Zadok came to power. Under your mother’s care, it wasn’t too bad.” Kerrigan huffed and was quiet for a time and Conor simply let her collect her thoughts.“I miss having a family. MY family. They were never unkind to me that I remember but they also were not there for me either. I guess in their own way, their distance was meant to shield me. But that seems to be at an end. I guess…. I guess I am not sure how to feel towards them.” She fi
Kerrigan ordered a few dishes for Conor to try and he was excited to let her show off her city and its wonders.The first course was apparently a Velyki special, though Conor wasn’t quite sure what was special…Small rolls of bread the size of his fist were served with cheese and a very creamy butter.“Its yak cheese. They are hard to raise but there are a few farmers who have managed to raise them. You will not find a better flavor in all of Targu province. The butter is also cured with a sage that is only grown in the southern slopes of Velyki.” Kerrigan explained as she happily served herself and piled samples onto Conor’s plate.When the main course came, Conor took the opportunity to savor the hearty stew with fresh venison before he broached the dragon in the room.“Kerrigan, Dragon Corporation is a fascinating beast. I have been studying the notes Mr. Nuri and miss Quinn had prepared for me and it seems your nest is surrounded by predators. In such a hostile terrain, how is one
Kerrigan looked up from her notes, her brow furrowed. “What do you have in mind? I already told you, I don’t want to hurt the staff. If he falls, it needs to be without collateral damage were ever possible.”Conor smiled, appreciating her concern for her people. It was one of the many things he admired about her—her ability to balance ruthless efficiency with genuine care for those under her leadership.“What if we let Kelan take on a task that’s beyond his abilities?” Conor suggested, his voice measured. “Something that would require real leadership skills and deep knowledge of the company’s operations—skills he clearly lacks.”“Possible, but what exactly are you suggesting?”Leaning forward, Conor began, “We suggest to the board that Dragon Corporation needs a fresh perspective. Given Kelan’s self-proclaimed ‘innovative’ approach, he could be the perfect candidate to lead a major restructuring. Something complex and high-stakes, where his incompetence will be exposed for everyone t
The sun had barely risen over the city when Kerrigan Lokir, still energized from the intense planning session with Conor the previous night, strode into Dragon Corporation’s headquarters. The early morning light filtered through the tall windows of the sleek, modern building, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Kerrigan moved with purpose, her thoughts already on the day’s agenda as she headed straight for her office.She had a strategy to implement, and every minute counted.“Good morning, Miss Lokir,” Natalie, her assistant, greeted her as she entered the office. “Your first meeting is in ten minutes. Mr. Vargas from R&D will be here shortly, followed by Miss Meher from Marketing.”“Thank you, Natalie,” Kerrigan replied, flashing her a quick smile. “Please make sure we’re not disturbed. I need these meetings to be efficient and discreet.”Natalie nodded, understanding the gravity of Kerrigan’s request. “Of course. I’ll have coffee and tea ready.”Kerrigan moved to her des
The boardroom was an imposing space, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a sweeping view of the city skyline. The long, polished table in the center of the room was surrounded by high-backed leather chairs, each occupied by a member of Dragon Corporation’s board of directors. These were men with decades of experience, powerful connections, and, as Kerrigan well knew, their own agendas.Before, this room has been her seat of power, her throne room from whence she commanded loyalty and respect from the whole business world. Now, these old fools looked down at her as if a child had joined their midst.Young she may be, but she was the one who bore the wisdom of a millennia old dragon who had been with this company and its leaders since its founding.Kerrigan’s gaze swept across the faces of the board members, noting the subtle tension in the air. She knew they had been waiting for an opportunity to undermine her, to push her aside and install someone more pliable in her place. She
The soft hum of the city outside was barely audible through the thick glass of Kerrigan Lokir’s office windows. The sleek, modern design of her office, with its clean lines and minimalistic decor, reflected the power and authority she wielded as President of Dragon Corporation.Yet today, there was a tension in the air that had nothing to do with the previous day’s board meeting or corporate strategies.Kerrigan sat behind her large, polished desk, her fingers drumming a soft, steady rhythm on the dark wood. Conor had a similar desk back in Jinstain, and she distracted herself thinking about those months using his office.In truth, her mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle that had been forming since her departure from Dragon Corporation months ago. Breanna, her loyal head of security, had been missing for months, and now, other trusted security guards—Stevic and Lear—had been quietly reassigned without a word. It was as if someone was systematically removing her allies