"Let's reset this," Adam says, his voice smooth but cutting, as though he's speaking from a throne Riley can't see.
He leans back into the chair like it belongs to him, one leg crossed over the other, his hands loose but deliberate. "I don't want you thinking we're enemies. That would be insulting... because, if we're being honest, Flynn, you wouldn't even make my list of people who could be enemies, or rivals. My rivals are powerful. They're people who make sense standing across from me. But you…"
Before Adam can finish the thought, Riley feels something spiral in his chest. Anger.. sharp, rushing, hot enough to burn through his composure. He forces it down, refuses to let it explode into shouting, but the words tear out of him all the same.
