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"I think you have everything, Logan," I said, popping a fried shrimp into my mouth with the chopsticks.
He shook his head. "No. We need to be perfect. This contract will finance the company for the next five years. I can't risk anything screwing this up."
He pushed up from the sofa and walked to the screen. With his eyebrows knitted and his jaw tight, he started dragging graphs across the display.
"The numbers are solid, Logan. I triple‑checked them with Jacob and Cole, just like you asked." I said it, but he barely reacted.
We had been at his office since 7 AM. It was past lunchtime, and we'd been buried in this presentation for a week. Even at the penthouse, we hadn't stopped. The money involved was wild, and Logan was practically climbing the walls trying to get every detail
