The Siren's Contract

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k, black limousine. Siren Industries loomed before me, an unshakable pillar of power I had carefully cra

extension of my influence, and nothing escaped my notice. I had spent decades building Siren Industries into the unyielding force i

The hum of activity was familiar, the quiet whispers of employees who worked for me, who obeyed my every comm

ess, and deadly. The world of business was just a playground, an

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hese men who think

aint smirk on his lips like he'd already won some unspoken battle. I recognized his type instantly-the kind wh

e door as if deciding whether to acknowledge t

e. His gaze flicked around the space-floor-to-ceiling windows, art worth a small fortune, black

"Mr. Blake, the firm's 'rising star.' Or should I call

his face before he regained his composure. "I see my reputation precedes m

low, assessing glance. "Reputations are often exaggerated. I prefer to see

d back at me, his mouth curving into a faint smirk. "Good to know. But I'd like

his one. I almos

ze flickered-just for a moment-but he didn't break his steady, defiant stare. Impressive. "Tell me, Mr

le you're planning to get into," he replied, his tone casual, almos

w, enough to unsettle him. "A chal

rest a hand on the edge of my

But fo

harm, my... powers. But the more they thought themselves strong, the easier they were to brea

, letting it slip into something darker, more dangerous

ed in a smirk. "Good. Becaus

at his smirk, his defiance, only made him more fascinating to me. Like a mot

he didn't kno

returning my attention to the tablet in my

ke he'd realized he was being dismissed but wasn't quite sure he w

. They alway

I allowed myself a small smil