Chapter 14: Lory’s Rage

The ambiance in Lory’s office encapsulated the essence of a bygone era, an era when mahogany furniture and muted lighting bespoke a sense of opulence and calculated prestige. The heavy drapes, draped across the tall windows, filtered the dim sunlight, casting a warm, antiquated glow on the room’s antique artifacts. Lory, seated behind his expansive mahogany desk, felt the weight of responsibility and familial expectations bearing down on him. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood and the lingering whispers of past negotiations. The room, adorned with vintage furnishings, seemed to echo with the spirits of a time when deals were sealed with a firm handshake and familial alliances were the bedrock of success. Lory took a moment to glance around, his eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the Persian rug beneath his desk. The rug, worn in places, told stories of countless meetings and discussions, a silent observer to the ebb and flow of fortunes within those four walls.