I stood in the quiet, taking in the silence—and the fear in his eyes.
I could see it all.
How he was threatened.
How he was unsure he could win the deal.
I guess, deep down, he knew I was absolutely right. That I had already won his father's heart. And if it was a game I was playing with him, like he so badly wanted to believe, then deep down... he knew I was holding the crown of victory.
He just could not bring himself to admit that I was winning—and he was losing.
I kept staring back at him, watching him wrestle with the reality that was dawning in his mind. It was too heavy for him to bear, and he leaned against the wall for support.
He tried to look calm. Too sure of himself. Like nothing could shake him.
He wanted me to think he was not afraid.
But that was yet another moment
