42| Refusal

As the sun dipped below the city's skyline, Nelson's penthouse was bathed in shadows, casting an eerie ambiance over the room.

The air was thick with tension as the seasoned detective, a secret agent in Nelson's relentless purpose, silently entered. In his hands, he held an inconspicuous envelope – a harbinger of revelations that could unravel lives.

"Mr. Nelson, I've gathered the information you requested," the detective intoned, his voice a low murmur in the dimly lit room.

Nelson, seated behind his expansive desk, a stoic figure cloaked in determination, gestured for the detective to proceed. The envelope exchanged hands, its contents a potential weapon in Nelson's quest for vengeance. The detective's gaze met Nelson's, an unspoken understanding lingering in the charged atmosphere.

Nelson, driven by a thirst for revenge, clutched the envelope handed to him by his lawyer. The contents within held the potential to tarnish Ares effortlessly.

Nelson, eyes fixated on the dossier, wore