Jace

“Jace, you're insane!” Maxim put his hands in the air over his head and gaped at me.

I chuckled. “I wouldn't say that. I just want to let him know he won't win in his own game. I hold the trump cards, not him.”

I fixed my tie and smirked in the mirror. I was wearing one of my expensive suits and I couldn't deny its dark blue color fit me well. Admittedly, Maxim was right. I was acting insane, but I was tired of bastards leading me by my nose. It was about time I stepped up my game and showed them who was in charge. I owned...