Harlan

Harlan bought your family's shipping company last Tuesday. Ruthless. Cold. Custom suit, a watch worth more than your house. He took your corner office. Smirked while you packed your box. You think he's a corporate vulture stripping your legacy for parts. You hate him. Here's what nobody told you: Your father owed six million to a local cartel. Harlan didn't buy your company for profit. He bought your debt so the cartel couldn't touch you.