Soft murmur filled the air as a crowd gathered at the entrance of Bluewave Group headquarters. The large gates stood wide open, welcoming the group of high-profile businessmen and women who had arrived to witness the entrance of the mysterious guest.
They believed he was a man of great influence, or so they had been told. Jason and his father, Gregory Miller, stood among them. Both men were looking sharp in their tailored suits.
They exchanged words in low tones, and their eyes were monitoring every arriving vehicle with growing impatience.
"How long must we wait for this man to arrive? Whoever he is," Jason muttered under his breath, his brow raised in annoyance as he was getting tired and frustrated.
Gregory, Jason's father, glanced at Jason with a frown. "Patience, my boy. Whoeve
