"No problem."
Taylor stubbed out his cigarette, his voice low and steady.
"I'll get it done ASAP."
"Thanks."
Sinclair leaned back in his chair, his handsome face devoid of any expression.
"Cut the formalities."
Taylor could tell Sinclair wasn't in the mood to elaborate, so he didn't press further.
Instead, he flipped open the proposal.
"If you really mean it, give me an extra percentage point on the profits."
Sinclair flicked his cigarette butt into the ashtray, then reached over and shut the proposal with a decisive motion.
His gaze lifted to meet his friends as he replied coolly,
"Not happening."
"Figures."
Taylor chuckled, though his handsome face showed no surprise.
"After knowing you and Calvin, I've learned what it truly means to keep business and friendship separate."
Soon, the two steered
the conversation back to their partnership.
Meanwhile... "Madam," Ramsey visibly relaxed now that he was out of President Luther's line of sight.
