(Andrew Dole’s POV)
“You didn’t fly eleven hours to hand me paperwork,” I said, keeping my voice flat. “So tell me—what are you really offering?”
Mr. Chang didn’t bat an eye. “We’re offering you seven months of foresight. And thirty-five percent of the future.”
The audacity. "I let the smirk rise, unapologetic. Let them read into it whatever they wanted."
Before I could speak, Claus leaned forward, a touch of mockery in his tone. “You might want to pick your words more carefully. Around here, the future costs more than equity.”
The man seated beside Chang—tall, broad, the kind who probably smiled in mirrors to practice intimidation—leaned in. “The cost has already been paid. Our infrastructure is live. Our systems are moving. We’re not selling empty words, Mr. Dole.”
I glanced at Cla
