Victor’s POV

Honestly, the mountains always looked squeaky clean after a storm. The cold air had a way of going right through you. And that was why I built Flair Manor out here, miles from the city’s noise, away from the endless distractions, and the usual circus.

From the top floor which was where I had my home office, you could see the whole world: that winding road snaking through the mist, all the skyscrapers and low buildings, every line was clear and very sharp.

It felt pretty close to perfect… at least, as perfect as this planet lets you get.

Then, right on the dot at 9:00 a.m. a...