Friday, 12:15 AM. The Minotaur Club, VIP Labyrinth.
The silence in the circular room was absolute, broken only by the faint, rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock hidden somewhere in the shadows.
"Chairman," Richard Sterling repeated, the word tasting like ash in his mouth. He let out a harsh, barking laugh that bordered on hysterical. "You walk into our sanctuary, steal our capital, destroy my legacy, and now you want to sit at the head of the table? You're a lunatic."
