The lawyer stops for a brief moment right outside the gym entrance, one hand still gripping the strap of his bag tightly while he looks back toward the building. He feels something dangerously close to outright defeat during a negotiation.
Not because the offer was weak. One million dollars should have been overwhelming for a small gym like this. Under normal circumstances, no independent gym would willingly reject that kind of money, especially while giving up a fighter who still hadn't become champion yet.
Even Kenta had already been leaning toward them from the beginning. That much was obvious the moment the fighter walked into the room.
The lawyer clicks his tongue quietly before striding toward the waiting car. He pulls the rear door open and slides into the seat beside Jackson almost immediately.
