Darren stood in the gleaming lobby of the Steele Complex, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, watching Ryan Anders's retreating figure melt into the sunlight beyond the glass doors.
Darren wasn't intimidated, wasn't scared, not in the slightest. Perhaps he was getting a bit pompous, a bit too certain, too sure in himself and the Investor System that he didn't believe any harm could come to him.
He'd already died before. Death wasn't particularly a stranger to him.
Maybe he needed a reality check, a reminder that even with the Investor System and everything he knew, men like Ryan Anders were powerful men for a reason.
Or maybe he was right, and the man's sinister chuckle still echoing in his ears were nothing but the final ones of a dead man.
'That guy...' Darren mused, his jaw tightening as he replayed their exchange. Anders had slithered in like a fox in a henhouse, all smug grins and veiled threats, like he usually did.
