The boardroom reeked of blood, expensive cologne, and urine.
Jared slid down the pristine wall, his legs completely giving out. The newly appointed executive of the Onyx Syndicate curled into a pathetic trembling ball on the floor. He couldn't stop staring at the hovering dripping meat cube that used to be his invincible security detail.
"P-please," Jared whimpered, his voice a high-pitched broken squeak. He held his shaking hands up toward Sebastian. "I have money! I have territory! Take it! Take whatever you want, just don't touch me! Don't compress me!"
Sebastian looked down at the sniveling traitor with absolute apathy.
"I don't deal with middle management," Sebastian said flatly. He took a step back and casually gestured with his hand. "Gwen. He's all yours."
