TWENTY

A FEW HOURS EARLIER.

“Mr Winters, I simply cannot accept your terms. The price is too low!” a wrinkled hand slammed onto the large mahogany table in the meeting room of fifteen people. All around the table, everyone had their heads down. Save for one man at the head of the table. 

Daniel Winters raised an eyebrow as he twirled his shiny metallic laser pen, calmly staring at the enraged man who was coughing slightly. Behind his black leather chair, sunlight streamed in through the glass walled meeting room, casting a warm sunny glow to the otherwise cold and tension filled meeting.

“Mr Winters, do you take me for a fool? Your company is going to reap millions, if not billions from this project and yet you’re only offering me peanuts for the sale of MY land?!” the man slammed at the table again and Pepper Potts jumped in her seat.

Daniel smirked, ignoring the look of terror on his PA’s face. “It’s because I’m NOT taking you for a fool that Winters