Chapter 111 The Workings

• Callum POV
• The door creaks open, and I glance up from the laptop, my fingers momentarily pausing on the keys. Dante steps aside, revealing a man in his late twenties, sharply dressed but with an air of arrogance that’s hard to ignore. His dark eyes flicker over me briefly, assessing, before he steps inside.
• “Callum,” Dante says, his tone light. “This is Justin, a friend of mine. Justin, this is Callum. He’s working here now.”