Back at the War Room, a tense and charged atmosphere lingered in the air. It had been a little while since the negotiations had begun, and Dean was inwardly cursing himself for the mounting pressure. On the surface, it didn't seem like a huge deal whether the Four Emperors were allowed to buy Nephilim Pharmaceutical's products at cost price for the next fifty years.
After all, the company's stockpiles were extensive, and their resources seemed abundant enough to withstand such a concession. But Dean knew better than to take things at face value. He understood the greed that lurked beneath the surface, the insatiable hunger that motivated these powerful figures. He had dealt with them enough times to recognize their tendencies—ambitious, ruthless, and always hungry for more.
