At the Airport.
Layson Norman stepped off the plane, his black suit exuding the maturity of a man who had grown even more imposing over the past five years. He moved with purpose, and there was no doubt that he had become even more confident and authoritative since the last time he had been in the public eye. As he exited the terminal, someone was already waiting for him.
Barnes quickly approached when he spotted Layson.
“Mr. Norman.”
Layson handed his suitcase to Barnes, then smoothly took the stack of documents from Barnes’ hand, without missing a beat. Flipping through them, he glanced at the title and immediately handed the papers back.
“Cancel it. This project is meaningless.”
His voice was firm and decisive, and there was no hesitation in his words. Over the past five years, La
