The top floor of the Yang Enterprise building overlooked the sprawling metropolis like a throne room constructed of modern ambition.
Inside the executive office, the atmosphere was thin, as if the air itself had been filtered through a vacuum. Yang Muchen sat behind a desk, his silhouette a sharp contrast against the golden sunset bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
His face was a mask of glacial calm—the kind of calm that only exists in the eye of a hurricane. Yang Muchen had spent the last several months in a brutal, internecine war against his step-uncles—the ambitious, illegitimate sons of his grandfather's mistress—who had tried to seize the Yang legacy during a period of transition.
