The city hummed below Aec's office, oblivious to the storm tearing through the Langley empire.
He sat behind the sleek desk, the signed inheritance documents in front of him, and the phone already buzzing relentlessly.
One call ended, another began before he even put the first down.
"Mr. Langley, this is Mr. Smith your father's trust… we need confirmation on his directives," a sharp voice said.
"I'm aware," Aec replied coldly, already flipping to the next call.
The line went dead. Another rang. "Sir, the board at Langley Capital has requested urgent guidance, Camila has authorized the immediate transfer of shares in three subsidiaries," the assistant's voice trembled.
Aec froze mid-breath. His eyes flicked to the folder on the desk. The signed documents.
No board meeting. No votes. No signatures beyond his own.
He slammed the phone down. The cityscape outside blurred as his thoughts sharpened.
Camila.
She was moving. Slowly. Subtly. But with precision.
