Eduardo’s Point of View
The moment I saw Ricardo step into the auction room, something dark coiled in my chest. I kept my face unreadable, years of training in business meetings serving me well, but inside, I felt the unmistakable grip of anger. He hadn’t changed much. Physically, that is. But the air surrounding him had changed. Ricardo was always a man of low self esteem and he tried to mask that by being the loudest jerk in the room. But now, he was different. The way he sat on his seat, his face fixated on the stage with unshaken concentration spoke of a different man.
The bidding process dragged on, numbers and proposals being thrown around like weapons in a battle none of us could afford to lose. I had anticipated competition from Arclight, but Ricardo being at the helm, leading
