Damian sat behind his massive black desk, fingers tapping quietly on the polished surface while Viktor lounged on the couch opposite him, grinning like he owned the place.
"Bro, you should have seen last night," Viktor said, legs stretched out, waving his hands dramatically. "Two girls, both of them begging me to—"
"Viktor," Damian cut in, the irritation already rising in his voice. "I don't need the details."
Viktor laughed, unfazed. "Relax, I'm just keeping you updated on my social life. Someone has to enjoy life since you refuse to."
Before Damian could respond, a sharp knock hit the door.
"Enter," he said.
Two of his men stepped in, faces stiff, eyes lowered in respect and fear. They looked like they wished they could be anywhere else.
"Boss…" one of them began, swallowing hard. "The investigator… he was murdered. Found an hour ago." "
The room fell silent.
