After a few more minutes of discussing, Victor Hale left Morgana's penthouse and headed down to the parking garage where his car was waiting.
As he slid into the backseat, his driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror.
"Back to the office, sir?" the driver asked.
"Yes," Victor said curtly.
The car pulled out into the early morning traffic, and Victor settled back into his seat, his mind racing.
He was excited. More than excited, actually. He was exhilarated imagining how the game would play out now that Morgana had finally stepped in.
Victor smirked to himself as he stared out the window at the passing buildings.
The Draykes are finally going to pay for all of their crimes and it will be in the most gory, brutal manner possible." Victor thought with satisfaction.
He could already imagine it.
Cassandra Drayke, broken and humiliated. Evelyn Drayke, stripped of her power and influence. The entire Drayke empire crumbling to dust.
