Anger

Ares Langford had spent the entire morning locked inside his glass walled office, a stack of contracts spread across his mahogany desk. His empire demanded constant attention, meetings, deals, numbers, expansion plans. But his mind was not fully there.

For months now, he had carried a quiet weight, an unsettling restlessness he never admitted aloud. He buried it under work, under the sharp lines of spreadsheets and the controlled discipline of business. That was how he kept himself ...