Chapter 1 - The Terror on the 18th Floor
On the polished marble floor of the 18th-floor luxury corridor in Vance Tower, morning sunlight poured through massive floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the city’s concrete skyline. Dozens of corporate employees in expensive suits stood frozen in absolute silence along the perimeter wall.
At the center of the corridor, Roland Pike—an arrogant corporate supervisor in a crisp blue dress shirt—stepped aggressively toward a young woman sitting in a manual wheelchair.
"You’re slow, Caldwell! One more complaint from my team and you’re fired!" Roland shouted, his voice echoing off the glass panels as he jabbed a harsh finger inches from her face.
The woman, Marin Caldwell, twenty-eight, wore a humble cream sweater and a faded long grey skirt. Her blonde hair was tied in a messy bun, her pale face showing profound exhaustion. She pulled her trembling hands back into her lap, remaining silent under the supervisor's harsh glare.
Suddenly, the heavy metal doors of the executive elevator slid open.
Dorian Vance, the late thirty-something CEO and feared underground figure of the Vance Syndicate, stepped out. Dressed in a dark charcoal suit and a black tie, his sharp jawline was covered in subtle stubble. In his right hand, he held the heavy metallic chain of Titan—a massive, one-hundred-and-forty-pound black Cane Corso mix wearing a thick silver chain collar.
Titan’s dark eyes locked onto Roland's aggressive gesture. With a sudden, powerful surge forward, the massive beast pulled the heavy metal chain leash clean out of Dorian’s hand with a loud metallic clatter.
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