Marco's POV
Dante is pushing. Not just at the edges, he's taking bites, testing how much I'll tolerate before I retaliate.
And this time, he's gone too far.
I sit in my office, the city lights stretching wide behind me, golden lights shining like distant stars. The glass of whiskey in my hand does nothing to calm me. My phone is on speaker, Jand's voice spilling through, low and measured.
"It's confirmed," he says. "Dante took the Santiago deal."
I lean forward, elbows on the desk, fingers curling into a fist. Santiago has been one of my biggest clients for years. Loyal. Stable. Untouchable.
Or so I thought.
I exhale slowly, forcing my voice to stay even. "How?"
"He undercut our offer. He knew exactly where to hit. Santiago didn't even hesitate, signed with him this morning."
