The Crimson Seal and the Shadow of the Obsidian Lounge
“It is all legal,” I said, a sense of relief washing over me.
“The federal authorities have verified the authenticity,” Vincent said.
“The forgery Derek used to freeze your assets has been declared null and void.”
I took a sip of the warm tea, feeling the heat spread through my chest.
“I don’t know how to run a shipping company, Vincent,” I admitted.
“You do not have to do it alone,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair.
“We can establish a partnership.”
“An alliance?” I asked.
“A formal business alliance,” Vincent corrected, his tone professional.
“My logistics network combined with your shipping lines.”
I looked at him, searching his face for any sign of deception.
I saw only a quiet, steady resolve.
“What do you want from this, Vincent?” I asked.
“Legitimacy,” he said simply.
“My family has spent decades in the shadows.”
“Your father’s company represents a clean path forward for my interests.”
“And what do I get?” I asked.
“Protection,” Vincent said.
“Security, and the assurance that no one like Derek will ever threaten you again.”