I sit in the office, a sea of files spreading across the polished mahogany like white-capped waves. I am drowning in work, but it feels like swimming in familiar waters.
I always hated the original Zyren Kael—the ruthless, ice-blooded villain of this story. But one thing is undeniable: the man was a machine. He built this drowning empire from scraps and willpower. It's… impressive, in a terrifying way.
A knock sounds at the office door. I don't look up.
"Come in."
The door opens with a soft click. Footsteps—light and calm—approach. Deniz walks to my desk and sets a cup of coffee before me with perfect, neat precision.
"Sir, your coffee."
I smile and look up at him, a brightness the old Zyren never possesses.
"Thank you."
He nods, adjusting his glasses. His gaze shifts to the chaos of files in front of me. He hesitates—a micro-expression I have learned to catch.
"Sir, these are… old records."
I glance down at the faded financial reports from three years ago.
