Chapter Twenty-Five
At this moment in Peter’s office, the sharp ring of an incoming video call broke the quiet, flashing across the tablet he had been using to sign documents. He paused, setting the stylus aside, and straightened in his chair, focusing intently on the screen. The Aston Martin technical director appeared, his gaze steady, voice measured but firm. ‘Mr. Peter,’ the director began, clearly assessing the man before him, ‘we’re impressed by the fact that you’ve managed to get the V12 Vision operational for public roads. However, as you’re aware, this vehicle isn’t certified for such use.’ Peter leaned back slightly, crossing his arms, his lips pulling into a tight smile. His voice remained calm, but there was a trace of pride. ‘I understand, but Ihunanya ensured all safety protocols were followed
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