The Enemy Of My Enemy Is My Friend

Ezra strode into Count Griffin's throne room, his steps measured and purposeful. He could feel Griffin's eyes on him even before he fully entered the room.

The Count sat regally, his demeanor a blend of curiosity and controlled impatience. As Ezra approached, he kept his posture upright and his expression neutral, masking the fury raging inside him. 

The count had called him once again. 

To him, the count was a leech, sucking everything from him. Now was no exception. Ezra had cut off the count's supply and now the man had called him to demand more.

He stopped a few feet away from the throne, his posture, one of respect.

"Ezra," Griffin's voice echoed through the room, sharp and expectant. "Explain why you halted the transfer of assets and the development of our partnership with TransitLink."