I sat in the back corner of the bar, a strategic position that offered a clear view of the entrance. The ambiance of the place was a blend of elegance and discretion, perfect for the kind of conversation I was about to have. I wasn't a man who left much to chance, and this meeting with Preston Caldwell was no exception. It was an opportunity to size up a formidable adversary, and I was prepared to play this game with precision.
Preston made his entrance with the confidence of a man who knew his worth and wasn't afraid to assert it. He scanned the room with a keen eye before his gaze landed on me. As he approached, I took in his polished appearance and the calculated casualness of his stride.
"Alex Newsome," he greeted, his voice smooth and controlled. "I appreciate you taking the time."
