FATAL TROUBLE (REVERSE HAREM)

Part 49

(YOU ALL WILL READ THE END NOTE TODAY, okay?!?! UNDERSTAND?!)

The heavy oak door swung open, the hinges groaning slightly under its weight. Few men entered the room, each dressed in classic outfits that spoke of both wealth and authority. Their footsteps echoed on the polished marble floor as they moved towards the large oval table in the center of the room. The room was dimly lit by a single chandelier, its golden light casting long shadows across the dark wood-paneled walls.

Around the table, seven young men stood to greet them. They were dressed less formally, some in crisp button-downs with the sleeves rolled up, others in simple turtlenecks paired with tailored slacks. Their attire was casual compared to the others, but their demeanor radiated confidence and control.

"It's been too long," said Niki, his deep voice breaking the silence as he approached the head of the table. His sharp eyes scanned the room, lingering on each of the men as if assessing how they had changed.

"Far too long," replied the one sitting at the head of the table. His voice was calm but laced with authority. He gestured to the empty seats, and the ones standing took their places. "We've missed these meetings. It's good to have everyone back under one roof."

"We hear you've been busy," Sunghoon said as he adjusted his cufflinks, his tone light but inquisitive.

The youngest of the leaders, seated near the end of the table, leaned back in his chair with a faint smirk. "Busy doesn't even begin to cover it. Things don't exactly slow down in our world."

Jay chuckled as he picked up a crystal tumbler from the table and swirled the amber liquid inside. "That's the understatement of the year. Word travels fast. We've been hearing things... good things."

The conversation paused as one of the younger men opened a sleek black folder and began distributing identical copies around the table. The crisp sound of paper filled the air as the older men opened the folders, scanning the documents inside.

"These are the latest updates," the leader at the head of the table began, his tone measured but firm. "Territorial shifts, personnel changes, and... other adjustments. We've maintained control, but it hasn't been without challenges."

The man seated to his left chimed in. "New faces in the game. Some are eager, some reckless. We've been keeping an eye on them, though. They won't be a problem—for now."

Jake raised an eyebrow, flipping a page in the folder. "And the others? The ones we've dealt with before?"

"They've been quiet," another young leader said, his voice steady. "Too quiet. But we're not naive enough to think they're sitting idle. It's likely they're just regrouping."

Jungwon, seated directly opposite the head of the table, set down his folder and folded his hands. "You've done well, keeping everything in check. But quiet doesn't mean peace. It means preparation. Always remember that."

The young leader nodded, his expression unreadable. "We haven't forgotten."

Heeseung leaned forward, his gaze settling on the youngest member of the group. "You're looking more comfortable in that seat than the last time we met. Adjusting well, I take it?"

The younger man met his gaze with a confident smile. "It's been... a learning curve. But when you've got the right team, everything falls into place."

Another younger leader, seated to his right, added with a smirk, "And we've made sure our operations run like clockwork. No loose ends."

"Speaking of operations," Sunoo interjected, glancing at a tablet in front of him, "we've noticed some... upgrades. Care to elaborate?"

The leader at the head of the table exchanged a glance with his team before responding. "We've invested in some new tools—nothing flashy, just efficient. It's all about precision and keeping things... clean."