James Brock was your typical loan shark—well, as typical as a man who made a living off people’s blood and interests could be.
As the owner of Avance, he’d seen countless men grovel at his feet, their pride shattered and futures sold for scraps.
But today, the tables had turned. He was the one kneeling and trembling.
The man—no, monster—who now sat leisurely on James’ ornate leather chair dubbed his throne wasn’t someone new to him. After all, this wasn’t their first encounter.
The man didn’t look like much. Dressed in a simple black turtleneck and coat, the man sat with the lazy grace of someone who knew he owned the room. One leg crossed over the other and he definitely was younger than James.
But James knew exactly how dangerous he was, evident by the fact that James could hardly breathe in the man’s presence.
"Mr. Brock," the man said, calmly. "You didn’t honor our deal."
James tried to speak but only managed a dry croak.
"I thought you said Drake systems would be mine by the end of this week," the man continued, "but what is this I hear about it being acquired by another company?"
The final word dripped with disdain, as if it physically offended him to say it.
James swallowed hard, throat burning. "I—I tried b-but this OmniTech Corp came out of nowhere and paid all that Drake systems owed us."
"What did you just say?" The man’s eyes narrowed at James’ words.
"T-they p-paid everything that was owed to us?" James’ fear reached a whole new level after the man’s question.
Hearing his reply, the man narrowed his eyes at James, wondering if the man was just stupid or he had scared him too much.
With a sigh, he calmly asked again, "what did you say the company’s name was?"
James didn’t dare blink. His mouth quickly opened.
"O-OmniTech," he answered. "OmniTech Corp."
"OmniTech..." he said quietly, almost to himself. Then his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "Now that’s a name that has been annoyingly popping up a lot recently."
"M-Mr Nathaniel?" James called out nervously, he was on the verge of passing out, seeing how much darker Nathaniel’s expression had gotten.
He knew that disappointing Nathaniel Langley had already placed his life on a thread so if for whatever reason Nathaniel got angrier than he already was, then his death was confirmed.
"Don’t worry about it Brock," Nathaniel’s smile, instead of assuring James, just made him even more nervous, "let’s just focus on how disappointed in you I am right now."
Nathaniel’s tone was light, conversational even, but every word felt like a scalpel being dragged across James’ skin.
"I entrusted you with a very simple task," he continued, slowly rising from the throne-like chair. "A transaction, Mr. Brock. A task with three simple steps, pressure, leverage, and acquisition. The kind of thing you used to be good at."
He stepped closer, deliberately walking slowly to make James’ fear as high as possible.
"And yet," he went on, now just a few feet from James’ shaking form, "you let a startup walk in and snatch it out from under us.
Nathaniel crouched to James’ eye level, resting his forearm casually across his knee. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"Now, how should I deal with you?"
"I’m sorry!" James blurted out, eyes wide and watery. "I’ll fix it! I’ll dig into them, I’ll find out who they are, and find a way to reacquire Drake systems—I swear!"
Nathaniel stared at him for a moment, long enough that James felt the air start to thin. Then, with a soft, almost mocking chuckle, Nathaniel stood again.
"You’ll do more than that, Mr. Brock. You’ll make yourself useful for once."
He slowly walked towards the floor to ceiling glass that acted as windows before he slowly turned back toward James, eyes gleaming with interest.

"If you disappoint me again, I’ll make you wish Irina had found you that night."

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