Karl
The mahogany door clicks shut behind me as I step into the conference room.
Members of the council, influential businessmen and entrepreneurs who hold significant power in the community, are already seated around the long table. I can feel the weight of their expectations hanging in the air, but right now, my thoughts are preoccupied with something—or rather, someone—else.
Before I can approach the table, my secretary, Gianna, is waiting by the door for me. “Good morning, Alpha Karl,” she says, her voice low and even as usual. “Nice to see you after all this time.”
I nod as I slip my jacket off and hang it on the hook. “I’m glad to be back.”
“And you’re staying, I presume?” she asks, her eyes glinting with something unreadable.
For a moment, I feel almost like I’m being put on
