246As the door clicked shut behind Mr. Sanchez, Darius let out a slow, controlled breath. The weight of responsibility never sat lightly on his shoulders, but he had long since learned to embrace it. His thoughts were interrupted by the soft chime of his intercom."Young Master," came the voice of
247Adrian let out a loud, mocking laugh that reverberated through the room. The sound was tinged with disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend the absurdity of what he had just heard. It was the kind of laugh that came from someone who believed they had just heard the most ridiculous thing imaginab
248Adrian's eyes narrowed, irritation flickering across his face. "You really think you can sit there and talk down to me, don’t you? Just because Mr. Sanchez left you in charge for a day, you believe you’ve got it all figured out?"Darius leaned back in his chair, completely at ease. "It’s not abo
249Adrian tilted his head, the smile on his face growing wider, dripping with condescension. "You’re something else, kid. Fine, let’s see what you’ve got. But don’t think for a second that I’m convinced."Darius’s gaze remained unshaken. "I don’t need to convince you, Mr. Langley. I just need to ge
250Darius’s smile faltered just for a second, irritation flashing in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a smooth reply. "And yet, here you are, sitting across from this ‘cog’ because you know deep down that I’m more than that. I’m the one who makes this machine run smoothly. You can try to rep
251Adrian scoffed, shaking his head with a condescending chuckle. "Oh, you’ve got it all figured out, don’t you? How cute. You must think you’re something special, standing up to the big bad wolf. But the reality is, you’re just a kid playing in a grown man’s world, and you’re going to get burned i
252Darius’s eyes narrowed, his patience wearing thin. He stood up, towering over Adrian, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I’d love to see you try. But let me give you some advice—you should probably leave before you embarrass yourself any further. I don’t think Mr. Sanchez would apprecia
253As Adrian was dragged out of the office, his furious shouting echoed through the corridor, drawing curious glances from passersby. Darius, his posture now relaxed but still taut with underlying tension, returned to his desk. He picked up his phone and dialed a number, waiting for the call to con