"I know a lot of things, Leo," Zayn said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "Things that will save your life, and your life's work. Now, are you going to let him steal your future, or are you going to fight?"
Finch, having spotted them, strode confidently toward their table, his expensive leather shoes clicking loudly on the linoleum. He offered a tight, professional smile to Leo, ignoring Zayn entirely.
"Mr. Lee? I presume you're ready for our discussion?" Finch's voice was smooth, cultured, but his eyes held a dismissive glint as he looked at Leo's worn clothes. "I trust you've considered our preliminary offer."
"I have," Leo replied, his voice still shaky but now tinged with a newfound resolve. He glanced at Zayn, who gave a subtle, encouraging nod.
"Excellent," Finch
