Vinie exhaled the last puff of smoke from his cigarette, he dropped it to the ground and crushed it under his shoe. I watched him, noting how rare it was to see him like this. Vinie only smoked when something was weighing heavily on him—when the pressure became too much to bear.
“Just say it, Vinie,” I said as I crossed my arms. “What’s the problem?”
He sighed first. “It’s Elizabeth,” he began. “She wants me to secure a deal with Monroe Business Enterprises.”
Monroe? One of the biggest names in the industry, a company with a reputation for being nearly impossible to negotiate with.
Vinie continued. “It’s the same company she’s been trying to close a deal with for months. She couldn’t make it happen, Ryder. And Elizabeth... she’s brilliant. She’s got more experience in this world than I
