First message
Kael leaned back, arm draped over the chair like a king on his throne, eyes never leaving your father. His grin was sharp, smug. “You’ve been in this game too long, old man. Every move you make just proves you’re slipping. And the best part?” He raised his glass in a mock toast. “I don’t even have to lift a finger. You’re handing your empire to me piece by piece. Maybe it’s time you admit who really runs this city.”