Gideon Blackwood nervously twisted his designer watch as he sat across from Sebastian Hawthorne in the private room of Havenwood City's most exclusive restaurant. The air between them crackled with tension as Sebastian's cold eyes bore into him.
"You're certain Roman Volkov is the one distributing these pills?" Sebastian asked, his voice dangerously calm.
I nodded eagerly, desperate to stay in Sebastian's good graces. "Absolutely certain. I saw it with my own eyes. He's become untouchable overnight—strutting around the city like he owns it."
Sebastian's fingers drummed methodically on the polished table surface. Each tap sent a fresh wave of anxiety through me. The Hawthorne family's reputation from Shiglance City preceded them—ruthless, calculating, and utterly merciless to those who crossed them.
"Three hundred dollars," Sebastian mused, his lip curling in disgust. "He's deliberately undermining the market. Our comparable products sell for thousands."
