Jack stood tall as Mr. Whitmore led him into the sleek conference room.
The tension from the earlier altercation with Daniel still hung in the air, but Jack’s resolve hadn’t wavered.
The room was luxurious, much like the rest of the establishment, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of private jets parked on the tarmac.
A leather folder sat on the polished mahogany table, with details of the jet models.
Whitmore gestured for Jack to take a seat.
“Mr. Knight, allow me to personally handle your transaction. I apologize for any inconvenience caused earlier.”
Jack nodded curtly, his expression unreadable.
“I appreciate that. Let’s get started.”
As Whitmore began detailing the specifications of various jets, Jack listened attentively, occasionally asking pointed questions. His
