Chapter 4 - The Predator Steps Up
Grant instantly stopped laughing.
The heavy, terrifying aura of a ruthless predator immediately took over the table. He didn't just sit there. He pushed his chair back with a loud, aggressive scrape against the floor and stood up.
At 6'2", Grant towered over Fiona. His broad, muscular shoulders filled out the sharp white suit jacket. He stepped aggressively into Fiona's personal space, using his sheer physical size to intimidate her. He held the cracked smartphone right between them, the glow of the financial charts illuminating the dark, intricate tattoos on his knuckles.
Derek and Nolan sat in dead silence, realizing their friend was no longer joking around.
Grant leaned down, his face mere inches from Fiona's. His expression had turned entirely dark, demanding, and lethal. The dangerous mobster beneath the billionaire facade was fully exposed.
"And which position would that be?" Grant asked, his voice a lethal, quiet threat that promised absolute ruin if she gave him the wrong answer.
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Fiona didn't flinch. She didn't take a single step backward. She didn't break eye contact. She looked at the man who had just publicly humiliated her and saw nothing but a fragile house of cards waiting to be blown over.
👉 Fiona had him exactly where she wanted him, and her next six words would shatter his entire world.
