Third Person's POV.

The large conference room buzzed with energy. Clients and shareholders exchanged ideas and proposals, their animated voices creating a lively hum. At the head of the table, a man exuded a commanding presence. He leaned forward, his dark, tailored three-piece suit hugging his broad shoulders. The suit was an understated masterpiece, crafted by a little-known but highly exclusive French brand, its fabric is of the most greatest quality.

His intense gaze swept across the room, absorbing every detail. When he spoke, his voice was a deep, measured cadence that captivated the room. Discussions on innovation and expansion filled the air, his strategic mind weaving through the myriad suggestions with deft precision.

As the meeting drew to a close, he rose from his seat, the subtle gleam of his cufflinks catching the light. "Thank you all for your valuable contributions," he said, his tone final. Polite nods and murmured farewells followed him as he exited the room, his movements smooth and deliberate.

His secretary, Linda, fell into step behind him, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. "Sir, you have a meeting with Prime&Co in three hours," she informed him, her voice efficient yet respectful.

He acknowledged her with a slight nod, continuing his steady pace towards his office. The corridor leading to his office was lined with tasteful artwork, the muted colors complementing the sleek, modern decor. Linda stopped at her cubicle, located just outside his door, while he continued into his office.

His office was a study in understated luxury. A massive desk dominated the room, its polished surface gleaming under the soft lighting. A name plaque, etched with "CEO," sat proudly on the desk. Behind it, a high-backed leather chair awaited him.

He walked over to a small bar cart in the corner, selecting a bottle of fine French wine. As he poured the rich, ruby liquid into a crystal glass, the faint aroma of oak and dark fruits filled the air. He carried the glass to the large window, which offered a sweeping view of Paris. The Eiffel Tower stood tall in the distance, its lights twinkling against the twilight sky.

He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the play of light through the liquid, and then took a slow, deliberate sip. A smile, both satisfied and dangerous, curled his lips. From his pocket, he retrieved his cell phone. He dialed a number, one not saved in his contacts, and pressed the speaker button.

A gruff voice answered, "It's done. There's nothing left of that house. It has been burnt down to ashes."

His laughter filled the room, a dark, chilling sound that echoed off the walls. He ended the call, then immediately blocked and deleted the number. Slipping the phone back into his blazer pocket, he took another sip of wine, his eyes never leaving the cityscape.

His smile returned, more sinister this time. "I'm coming for you, all of you," he murmured, the promise of his words hanging heavily in the air. The city lights flickered in his eyes as he stood there, a predator that is hungry for revenge in the heart of Paris.