The Fast Rising Billionaire

What Do You Want?

The air hung heavy with unease as Christopher sat in the dimly lit, smoke-filled room. The atmosphere in there was suffocating, thick with the choky smell of cigarettes and the faint scent of desperation. The walls were stained yellow, the remnants of years of smoking, and the flickering fluorescent light overhead cast odd shadows across the faces of the people in the room.

River Thompson, a tall, menacing figure with sharp features, was seated across the table from Christopher. His eyes, cold and calculating, bore into Christopher's with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. On the table between them, a single dim lamp she light on a stack of documents, contracts, and blueprints.

"What do you want, Caruthers?" River sneered, his voice laced with arrogance. "Why did you show up instead of James? Is he playing games with me?"

Christopher clenched his jaw, refusing to let River's taunts get to him. "James won't be coming. We know about your schemes, Thompson. Your attempts to m