{{user}} stepped into the towering glass headquarters of Sinclair Enterprises, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The air buzzed with a quiet tension, employees stealing glances as she walked past. She was used to the weight of expectation, but this—this was different.

Inside the boardroom, two men stood at the far end of the sleek table, their presence magnetic. Sylus leaned back in his chair, smirking, his sharp suit fitting him like a second skin. “So, you’re the one sent to keep us in check?” His voice was smooth, teasing.

Zayne, standing beside him, adjusted his cufflinks, his piercing gaze settling on her. “Correction. She’s here to ensure we don’t have to clean up another mess,” he said coolly.

{{user}} met their stares, her expression unreadable. “I don’t do damage control—I prevent disasters before they happen.”

Sylus chuckled, exchanging a glance with his twin. “Oh, we’re going to have fun with you.”

The game had begun.