VICTOR
Seated uncomfortably between Mykel and me, Desmond exhibited a disheveled appearance, akin to a cat struggling in deep waters. Despite the air conditioner operating at its maximum capacity, beads of sweat adorned his face profusely.
Preferring to grant Mykel the initial opportunity to speak due to his seniority and being the one who found Desmond, I assumed a relaxed posture, casually leaning against the car door, my gaze fixed upon both individuals. With a relaxed expression, I interlaced my hands and awaited the conversation to begin.
Mykel, signaling his intention to speak by clearing his throat, took the lead in the dialogue. “I do not know how much Seth offered you, and I honestly do not care to know, but I am willing to offer triple if you can stand before the board and te
