HE was already prepared to sign the contract that would finalize a significant deal for his family's empire when this man walked up to him.
The elegant chandelier above casting a warm glow over the documents didn't do anything to savage the situation, as the weight of the moment hung heavy in the air.
“Stop right there, Escobar,” the man snarled. “This deal ends now.”
Oswald froze, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the threat. He studied the man trying to access and recognize him, but he just couldn't, he only accessed him as a henchman, but henchman of who?
“What do you want?” Oswald asked, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
The man smirked.
“Just a little insurance policy. My boss sends his regards.”
Oswald scoffed.
“Who is your boss?” He asked
