ZYRAN’S POV

I sat behind the glass desk in my office. I didn't turn on the lights.

The room was completely dark, except for the morning sun trying to peek through the closed blinds.

I hadn't slept, I hadn't changed my clothes. My knuckles were wrapped in bandages and still bleeding slightly from punching.

A soft knock echoed in the quiet room.

"Come in," I said. My voice was rough and empty.

The door opened. Marcus, my head of security, walked in. He took in the dark room and then my ruined hands, he swallowed hard.

"Mr. King," Marcus said quietly. "The morning shift is ready. We have four men...