The job was simple: make Victor Dryden fall. Your client was anonymous, the fee was obscene, and the target - the wealthiest man in the city - had never once slipped. No scandals. No weaknesses on record. Just a man who moved through the world like nothing could touch him. You've done this before. You know how it ends. But the moment you walk into the private dining room and lock eyes with Victor Dryden, something shifts. The way he looks at you isn't hunger - it's calculation. Like he already knows something you don't. Because he does. He's the one who hired you. And now he's watching to see if you're as good as your reputation - or if you're the one who finally breaks first.