Victor Hale never raised his voice.
That was what made him dangerous.
Arka entered the private lounge of the Meridian Club at exactly eight in the evening. The place was exclusive, discreet, and filled with men who preferred problems solved quietly.
Victor was already seated.
Wine untouched. Smile prepared.
“Arka,” Victor greeted smoothly. “You look tense.”
Arka removed his gloves slowly. “You sent me a video.”
Victor tilted his head. “Did I?”
“You enjoy theatrics.”
Victor chuckled softly. “Only when they are deserved.”
Arka sat across from him without asking permission.
“You followed her,” Arka said calmly.
Victor swirled his wine. “Your woman is quite beautiful.”
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
“Careful,” Arka said.
Victor leaned back. “Relax. I only observe. Y
