POV: Maximus
The night was quiet, the kind of silence that made a man feel powerful. I leaned back in my leather chair, the glass of whiskey on the desk catching the faint glow from the lamp. My phone was pressed against my ear, the low voice of my business associate spilling through the receiver.
“Don’t worry,” I said, my tone calm and sure. “The materials are ready and will be sent out shortly. You'll like them, I promise.”
There was a pause, then his voice came back, full of promise. “If you deliver, I’ll convince my friends to do business strictly with you. No one else.”
A slow smile tugged at my lips, that was exactly what I wanted to hear. “I appreciate that. I’ll be looking forward to doing more business with you.”
“Same here,” he replied.
And Just as I ended the call, the doo
