In the wake of their brief discussion regarding the Stone family, the atmosphere within the Supreme suite shifted from the tension of corporate intrigue to a more relaxed, conversational tone. Allen Morgan maintained a composed demeanor, navigating the dialogue with the Turner father and daughter through a series of tactical inquiries. It was a sophisticated game of cat and mouse; Allen posed the questions, and David Turner provided the answers with the meticulousness of a man who knew his survival depended on this alliance.
Despite the surface-level harmony, the weight of the day’s events hung in the air. After a while, Allen set down his linen napkin and rose from the table with a graceful, apologetic smile.
"Forgive me, Mr. Turner, Miss Turner," he said smoothly. "If you’ll excuse me
