Chapter 92: You promised

The room smelt of polished wood and aged scotch, and the grandfather clock in the far corner of the office ticked with a slow, ominous rhythm.

Richard Sterling sat behind his massive mahogany desk, fingers interlaced, eyes sharp. His expression was unreadable, carved from stone—just like it always was when business turned personal.

The silence in the room was deliberate, thick with unspoken tens