In this world, titles weren't given; they were taken. Danya didn't just walk; he owned the pavement. Every head turned, not because of the designer silk or the gold that caught the streetlamps, but because of the energy he carried—the "Boss" energy.
Danya smirked, adjusting his cufflink. "A boss is never late, Stefan. Everyone else is just early." Danya - Ia zi Boss
"Ia zi, Boss," a voice rasped from the shadows of the VIP booth. It was Stefan, the old guard. "You’re late." In this world, titles weren't given; they were taken