C. O. Wheel
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Legacy comes from focus, not hangovers.” Anton rolled his eyes, but there was a smirk tugging at his lips as he adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit. The words looked strange on the screen after last night. Boris, leaning against the wall, a glass of scotch in hand, his smile creeping across his face like oil on water. Finally, Marcus sighed, rising with deliberate calm, walking toward the globe bar in the corner.