Chapter 9 The Crash

• Final submission week had arrived. The energy across Flames University was tense, but inside my office, it felt almost still.
• ​Luca sat opposite my desk, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against his thighs. His final draft lay between us.
• ​A loud knock broke the quiet. Before I could answer, the door swung open. A tall man stepped inside, his suit sharp, his posture rigid, and his jaw set in a line of pure arrogance.