The next morning, J. City Hall buzzed with energy. Cameras flashed, executives in tailored suits jostled at the entrance, and every major company in the region had come for one reason—the industrial park project worth billions.
I walked alongside Thorne and Evelyn, keeping my steps steady. My calmness contrasted sharply with the tension around us. I could feel it in the air: ambition, greed, nerves. Every glance, every murmur, was a reminder of what was at stake.
“Dad, relax,” I said quietly. “Everything is ready. Victor Hale’s team has been instructed. This project… is ours.”
Thorne adjusted his tie nervously. “I know you’re capable, Nathaniel, but almost every top company in J. City is here. One misstep, and we lose everything.”
I smirked faintly, unbothered. Before I could say more,
