Darius let out a low chuckle.
The sound was deep and rough, like it hadn't been used in a long time. It wasn't a warm laugh it held a touch of disbelief and maybe even a little irritation. But it was genuine.
He reached slowly for the glass in front of him. His fingers wrapped around the rim with practiced ease, and he lifted it to his lips. The liquid inside shimmered slightly in the dim lighting of the VIP lounge.
"Team?" he repeated, one eyebrow lifting in question, just before he took a sip.
The drink slid down his throat smoothly, but the word stuck in his mind like a pebble in a shoe. He rolled it around mentally, tasting it more bitterly than the whiskey he drank.
Team.
That word rarely came up in his world. People didn't use it around him. Not his investors, not his board mem
