Aiden Knight's POV
"Mr. Duke," I reply, stepping forward to meet the patriarch's calculating gaze. "I'm honored by your presence."
Zachary Duke moves through the room like he owns it. His expensive suit fits perfectly, tailored to accommodate a frame that still carries power despite his advanced years. Everyone else might as well be furniture for all the attention he pays them.
"The honor is mine, Mr. Knight. Your reputation precedes you."
Frank positions himself slightly behind his father, his earlier dominance now replaced by filial deference. The shift in power dynamics is immediate and absolute.
"I understand you've resolved a small misunderstanding with the Vance family," Zachary continues, glancing toward the entrance where Helena fled moments ago.
"Nothing that couldn't be handled diplomatically," I say.
His laugh is dry as autumn leaves. "Diplomacy. Yes, I imagine Mrs. Vance received quite an education in diplomatic relations."
