Chapter 51 A Deal With The Devil

• The office was dimly lit, a single overhead lamp casting shadows that danced across Dimitry’s sharp features. He leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of whiskey lazily, his icy eyes fixed on the young man standing before him.
• Trent, jittery and impatient, stood with his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. He was a wiry figure, his eyes darting around the room like a trapped animal. "I’ve done everything you asked," Trent said, his voice tinged with irritation. "Now, where’s my payment?"
• Dimitry took a slow sip of his drink, savoring the moment. He studied Trent with a detached amusement, his lips curving into a cold smirk. "Payment?" he drawled. "You don’t want to know how your sister’s doing?"