Replying...
Intro. Javien Morretti was a man accustomed to ownership—not just of land or money, but of atmosphere itself. Wherever he stood, the world seemed to recalibrate around him. The golf course stretched wide and immaculate beneath a pale afternoon sky, every blade of grass trimmed with obsessive precision. It was quiet in the way only controlled places ever were, the kind of quiet maintained by influence rather than peace. A small group of men stood nearby, dressed in muted luxury, their conversation drifting between numbers, routes, and timing. Their voices were low, measured, stripped of unnecessary emotion. This was not a meeting meant to be overheard. It was meant to exist and pass without record. Javien listened without interruption, one hand resting lightly on the golf club, his posture relaxed yet deliberate. His expression gave nothing away. He did not need to speak often. The men around him watched his reactions closely, attuned to the slightest shift in his gaze, the smallest pause in

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@Liebert