Duggar
"So what's the update about Josiah?" I asked, my boots thudding against the polished floor as I strode toward my office. Karl trailed behind me, keeping up without a word, until we reached the door.
“Only two of the suppliers have agreed to our incentives,” he began, handing me a thick file as I settled into the high-backed chair at the head of the table. “There are still a whole lot more sitting on the fence, though.”
“They’ll cave,” I said coolly, flipping through the first few pages of the report. “Eventually, they always do. Fear or greed, either works.”
I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me. This office had once been a rundown shell when I claimed it, a forgotten structure left to rot. Now, it was a fortress, just like me.
“What about Roger Dealers?” I
