Mikhail Zorthar leaned back in his chair with a drawn out sigh, stretching as though releasing the pressure that had been building inside him. "A lot has happened," he muttered, almost to himself. "I have been analyzing it all."
No one responded, none had the permission to do so. The silence in the room was heavy as it was absolute.
Not a single executive dared to speak without any permission. Mikhail was the most feared individual in the Zorthar syndicate, not for his strength in combat, but for his unparalleled intellect. He didn't need blades or aura to keep enemies at bay. As he would rather keep the strongest from getting close to his family rather than facing them head on.
Each person in the room was acutely aware that they had the perfect opportunity to strike him now, surrounded by their peers. Yet none of them so much as flinched. That was the level of fear he inspired.
