Chapter 401 – A Unit of Life
For at least an hour, he worked.
Not worked in the usual sense—no pressed suit, no neatly combed hair, no controlled posture behind an obsidian desk that reeked of authority. No. He sat in the mansion's living room, sunk into a velvet chair with his legs sprawled, topless, only his pants on, hair still a wreck from Mira's claws. His wings twitched occasionally, the faint marks still glowing where her nails had shredded him. He didn't look like a CFO. He didn't even look like royalty.
He looked like sin after an all-nighter.
And yet, in front of him hovered a dozen massive hologram screens, charts spilling with jagged lines and infernal sigils, reports stacked in neat glowing columns. His claws tapped over them with precision, signing off, rewriting numbers, highlighting deficits. His red eyes burned, focused, sharper than any blade.
