The anger in him simmered, low and steady, like coals refusing to die down. Maybe it was the previous Rex's lingering resentment bleeding into his veins. Maybe it was just him, pissed off at the sheer injustice of it all. Didn't matter. The line between their emotions was blurred anyway. What mattered was that right now… he was furious.
And fury demanded an outlet.
He clenched his fists, staring at the empty lobby around him. The company his parents had built, swiped away by vultures wearing family names and friendly smiles. Just the thought of it made his stomach twist. He couldn't shake the image of a grieving kid being cornered, pushed, suffocated until selling felt like mercy… and now they sat comfortably on something his parents built from nothing.
I'll snatch it back.
The thought struck like lightning, raw and undeniable.
The company. The legacy. The name that had been stolen, dirtied, and paraded around by parasites.
Just then—
Ding!
