Martins' POV
What kind of case?”
“Not too big, not too small. I originally gave it to Jerom, but he’s been slacking off. The company in question is unstable, and we need to either force them into bankruptcy or buy them out.”
I paused, weighing my options. “What’s the deadline?”
“One month,” he replied firmly.
“One month…” I mused, leaning back in my chair. “Alright. I’ll take care of it—but I’ll do it my way.”
My dad’s eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity, but he nodded. “As long as it’s done. You proved yourself before, so I trust you’ll deliver.”
I couldn’t help but notice the hint of uncertainty behind his pride, as if he didn’t fully understand my methods. But he trusted me, and that was all that mattered.
There was a brief silence before my dad broke it with a question that had
