Caspian's POV
My arrival caused Franklin's brow to furrow with concern.
He cast a nervous glance in my direction, only to be met by my sardonic grin.
My smile appeared relaxed, but it carried unmistakable disdain.
It was the expression one might wear when observing a pitiful fool, or perhaps some worthless debris.
Franklin's pulse quickened, his thoughts spiraling into complete chaos.
I was known for my merciless nature. Those who dared oppose me rarely survived the encounter.
I possessed compromising information on numerous government officials.
Franklin, naturally, was included in that number.
In a desperate bid to eliminate the evidence, Franklin had secretly dispatched several expertly trained female operatives to my location.
Those women represented the culmination of Franklin's exhaustive preparation and substantial financial commitment.
He had personally supervised each phase of their conditioning.
