Aiden Knight's POV
The room falls into absolute silence as the Maybach's passenger approaches our entrance. Through the glass doors, I can see his measured stride, each step deliberate and commanding. Even the journalists have stopped their frantic picture-taking, sensing something momentous is about to unfold.
Catherine Shaw's face has drained of all color. Her hands shake as she clutches her phone.
"This can't be happening," she whispers.
Zachary Zane stands frozen by the window, his earlier confidence completely evaporated. "He's really coming in here. For him."
The man enters through the main doors, his presence immediately commanding every eye in the room. Tall, impeccably dressed, with silver threading through his dark hair, he carries himself with the quiet authority that comes from decades of wielding real power.
