The next day, Starry sat in his office, flipping through the latest reports. The deal had been secured, and Wordsworth had successfully kept their client despite Vincent’s interference. He felt a sense of satisfaction, but he knew better than to relax. His older cousin wasn’t the type to back down easily.
He reached for his coffee, taking a slow sip as he scanned the projections for the next quarter. The numbers were solid. With the right strategies, they could expand their presence in multiple cities.
The office was quiet, except for the distant murmur of his employees outside the glass doors. It was a rare moment of calm.
Then, without warning, the door swung open.
Vincent strode inside as if he owned the place, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. His expression was unread
