Chapter 971 Fire From Beneath

• Wiktor sat stiff-backed at the mahogany conference table, the harsh fluorescents glinting off his clenched jaw. Rage churned inside him—the kind that germinates in silence when action is punished and idleness rewarded.
• He had watched too many careerists rise without lifting a finger, while the people who actually carried the weight of Clusia on their shoulders were scolded for moving too loudly.
• So tonight, he decided courtesy could burn. He would meet Macsen blade for blade.