Chapter 22

• In a dimly lit office, elegantly furnished with opulent décor, Tristan sat behind a massive mahogany desk. The desk was a model of meticulous organization, with neatly stacked cash beside antique brass candleholders. On the wall behind him, a large framed city map adorned the room.
• Draped in an impeccably tailored black suit and pants, Tristan exuded an aura of cold ruthlessness, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. His steel-gray eyes fixated on the city map as he marked out key points with a pen.
• A sudden knock on the door made him look up, his gaze directed at the entrance. "Come in."