ADRIANO'S POV~
The city of Antwerp looked like a jewel box scattered open under the pale sunlight. Glass skyscrapers sparkled against the horizon, trimmed with gold and steel like a high-society necklace. I should’ve been impressed. I wasn’t.
I sat at the head of a long, obsidian conference table in the penthouse of a luxury business tower—my tower. One floor below my diamond refinery, where billions worth of stones were processed every year. The room stank of money. Of ambition. Of suits with soft hands pretending they’d ever held power.
A sleek woman in a fitted navy pantsuit stood beside the massive projector screen, tapping her laser pointer against an illuminated chart filled with graphs and numbers.
“…and if we tap into Sierra Leone’s underutilized supply routes, we can inc
