The atmosphere in Logan Kingsley's office was razor-sharp… silent, focused, and tense like the calm before a corporate storm.
Behind the wide mahogany desk, Logan sat in his high backed leather chair, fingers steepled, jaw locked in quiet calculation.
Henry, his assistant, stood by the wall, tablet in hand, a small team of Logan's most trusted strategists seated around the table.
"Let's begin." Logan's voice was low, but it commanded the room instantly.
Henry stepped forward and tapped the tablet, projecting a confidential map of the land Alex Adams was targeting. A pristine area on the city outskirts… ideal for a resort, a tech hub, or even a luxury private estate.
"It's a hot piece," Henry said. "Only a handful of corporate names got the invite. Alex Adams is one of the top contenders. But we can outbid him if we strike with precision."
