The atmosphere at the table fell silent as the main course was cleared away by waiters moving with near-silent precision. Amidst the lingering scent of wagyu steak and expensive red wine, a rigid business aura enveloped them once more.
Henry gave a slight nod to Jeremy. With practiced efficiency, the secretary placed two jet-black leather folders onto the pristine table. Inside, stacks of crisp white paper waited to be formalized.
"These are the documents we discussed earlier, Mr. Alexander," Henry said, his voice calm yet commanding. He took a small sip of his red wine, his sharp eyes watching Leo from behind the crystal glass. "Every point of cooperation, including the profit sharing and exclusive rights, is clearly stated."
Leo did not immediately touch the folders. He leaned back, staring at the documents as if inspecting a trap disguised in beautiful packaging.
