ALARIC POV
Alpha Zane. That slimy bastard.
He had made good on his threats, and now I felt like a sitting duck, vulnerable to every petty game he had up his sleeve. All because I refused his ridiculous request to marry my sister. I know I may have been a little too harsh with his people and with my words to them when I dismissed his envoy, telling them they were lucky to leave without bloodshed. But Zane, that smug son of a bitch, wasn't the type to let an insult go unanswered.
He had promised to do everything within his power to frustrate my company, and he had begun.
In his words, he said, "We'll lower our prices to levels you can't even begin to compete with."
And now, he'd done it.
How in Dreagor's name could Valor Lante Technologies slash the price of the most wanted product in the industry—the Sentinel 12X Quantum Server—from $598,000 to a jaw-dropping $556,000?
They weren't even running at a loss! They were fucking running a charity!
