Chapter 109: The Presidents
The private conference hall beneath the capital had once been a place for peace.
But today, it had a different purpose.
A cold heaviness was pressing their shoulders…
The kind that comes when two men who should never occupy the same room walk toward each other again.
Elias Geiger entered first, calmly, almost regal, and he removed his gloves slowly.
His face was still handsome in a severe, controlled way, but the years of political exhaustion carved lines around his eyes.
He stood at the far end of the table, one hand resting on the cold surface, his jaw tightening as he listened to the echo of footsteps approaching.
Zack Hale…The very name made Elias's fingers curl against the marble.
Zack stepped into the room with his usual arrogance.
Tall, confident, dressed in an expensive suit that hid every sin he ever committed.
His hair was graying at the temples, but that only made him look more dangerous, not weaker.
