The black Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb of Westwood Holdings. Damon stepped out of the car and looked up at the tall building of Westwood Holdings. The building was a stark contrast to Ross Group.
He walked in, taking the elevator to the top floor. When he stepped out, Julian Westwood’s personal assistant was already waiting at the elevator doors to guide Damon directly to the executive suite.
Julian Westwood was already seated when Damon walked in. He was a man in his late sixties.
"Mr Ross," Julian said, offering a polite gesture and gesturing toward the chair across from him.
"Mr Westwood," Damon responded in a cool voice and took his seat.
The two men sat there, sizing each other up. Damon's dark eyes locked with Julian's, and he barely blinked.
"What can I offer you, Mr Ro
