Dear Mr Montgomery✔️

CHAPTER TWO: THE MEETING.

THIRD PERSON POV
Silence echoed in the vastness of the large room, heavy and deliberate. The atmosphere was tense as everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Around the polished table, men and women of distinction shifted subtly in their seats, adjusting and readjusting cuffs, crossing and uncrossing legs,their eyes wandering everywhere but toward each other as they got lost in thoughts of what today’s meeting might mean for their future.

To those gathered, the meeting felt less like a formality and more like an inevitability. Some were confident; some weren’t. They couldn’t be, after all, they’d had too many of these meetings and knew better. Today loomed over their heads like the day of judgment. They could leave the room as they came in—millionaires and men of renowned status—or they could leave as shadows of what they once were.

To the people in the room, the meeting was the key to their fate. After all, the man presiding over the meeting was rumored to be the devil himself. Some had called him a demon or a grim reaper, but the truth was that he was all those things and more. The double doors parted with a muted creak, and silence fell like a blade and through them walked a man in his early thirties.

His caramel skin complemented the tones of his dark suit, which fit his slim frame perfectly. His black, raven hair was styled to perfection, sharpening and emphasizing his facial features. A thin pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, exposing his cold golden-brown eyes. Like the  colour of aged whisky, warm in hue and cold in intent.

In one hand, he held a black, leather-bound smart notebook, the other remained hidden inside his pants pocket. Samson Yuvraj. Everyone knew his name, but they preferred to think of him as the messenger of death. His presence in any room not only sent chills down the spines of cowards. It signaled his imminent arrival and signified his appearance.
Chairs creaked softly as everyone in the room adjusted themselves, straightened their posture. Those who could fiddle with their fingers did, others picked at their nails or at the seams of their custom-made clothes. Each of them trying to look composed under the invisible pressure.

“Samson.” A blonde-haired man in his early forties greeted nervously, flashing the young man—who stood unfazed and indifferent—a smile. His eyes burned with humiliation at being ignored, and with the realization of his reality, groveling before a man who was supposed to be a mere PA. “We’ve all been waiting. When is he arriving?” he asked, silently wishing he had stayed quiet.

“Good afternoon.” Yuvraj’s said his tone was smooth, unhurried, and coldly formal. His eyes briefly scanned the room in a way that made everyone uneasy. “Mr Montgomery will be here in two minutes,” he said, continuing to ignore the nervous man, untouched by his attempt at familiarity, who now wished he hadn’t spoken. He then took the seat at the left side of the one reserved for his boss.

As Yuvraj had announced, not a minute more or less, the door opened again, revealing the man of the day. Caspian Montgomery.

Every gaze turned toward the man who stood at the entrance. His presence was as stifling as the aura that surrounded him, one that seemed to suffocate. The room fell into silence. His presence pressed down like an invisible weight, quiet and restrained. He was the kind of man whose presence announced itself. A  man respected and feared. After all, he headed a major multinational corporation and is a key player in global businesses, not to mention the heir to one of the most powerful families in the world.

Caspian Montgomery scanned the room for a few seconds before walking to his reserved seat. His cold grey eyes complemented his sharp, expressionless face. They were like the deepest part of the ocean; cold, dark, and unnervingly quiet, like a monster lurking just within reach, only a breath away from making someone his prey. From his dark hair to the permanent mask etched onto his face, he exuded an aura that made everyone want to turn and run.