Dario's POV
The meeting room was silent, thick with heavy tension that lingered even after the signatures were affixed.
I leaned back into my chair, crossing one leg over the other, and looked across at the man. He was sweating, even though the AC had been kept at a temperature low enough to chill anyone.
He tried to hold onto my gaze, probably he was trying to walk out of there with some dignity left. He failed.
I gave a small nod, and he got the message. His hands were fumbling, gathering the documents, almost tripping over himself on the way out.
"Pathetic," I whispered.
"Desperate men make easy prey," came a voice from behind me.
Luis Romano. My assistant.
I slightly turned, "True."
I didn't trust people. But Luis had never once given me a reason to doubt h
