Ian's POV

The rays of the sun streaked through the high windows. Birds chipped in the distance and  some flew past the windows.

I sat on my office chair and locked my hands on the desk. "So who's this Heraro?"

Zara sat before me in a leather seat. Her ponytail swayed in the air. She wore a black suit and it looked good on her. I never knew her to be the suit type. I guess working as a CEO did some things to her.

"Heraro is the new David Saint of Hammorog," she said. "In order words, he's more than David Saint."

"Bull shit." Albazar leaned on a brown...