There was a man in their circle who always liked to act as though he were above everything. Detached. Unbothered. A ghost who walked among mortals, never tainted by their noise. That was the image Gavin projected. Calm. Cold. Better.
But those who really knew him, the ones who sat at this table week after week, understood the truth. Gavin loved chaos. He craved it. He could sit still for hours looking bored, and then, when the silence stretched too long or the meeting veered too stiff, he would drop one sharp word and watch the world burn.
And today was not any different.
"Boss and his little bride spent the night together," Gavin announced to the room and went back to quiet mode.
