The towering glass-and-steel structure of Everton Holdings looms over the bustling streets, its mirrored surface reflecting the restless city below.
The building is sleek, modern- every inch of it screaming wealth and power. The kind of place where only the most influential step inside.
Kieran stands at the entrance, his sharp gaze flicking over the details, armed security stationed at the doors, the discreet cameras tucked into the corners of the building, the way people move in and out with calculated purpose.
He's been here before.
Not in this particular building, but in places just like it, where power sits behind a polished desk, thinking itself untouchable.
He exhales, adjusting the cuffs of his suit. It feels strange, this fabric against his skin. He's used to combat, to sweat, to blood. But power? Power can be claimed in many ways.
And today, he's here to claim it his way.
With a slow, purposeful stride, Kieran steps inside.
