CHAPTER TITLE 40–DISTANT

ALESSANDRO

I sat at the head of the table, my fingers drummed lazily in the arms rest. The Mexico deal had dragged into its third hour, my patience was wearing thin. Charts were up, screens were shared.

“The Sinaloa contact wants thirty percent. We’ve already negotiated down from forty-five.” Oscar reported, flipping through the digital reports.

I leaned back, eyes narrowing. “They are bleeding us, and they know it. They’re desperate, not confident. No one else will buy from them. Cut it to twenty-five and throw in custom protection. If they won’t budge, we walk.”

Andrea hesitated. “If we walk, we lose the southern port.”

I looked up to him slowly. “Then we build a new one.”

Silence.

“Andrea.” I was still looking at him. “Make the call and set the travel plan. I will go to Mexico myself.”

“Yes sir.”

The meeting adjourned.

Everyone stood up and started gathering their papers. I took out my phone from my pocket, I had silenced it to avoid distractions during the meeting.

I blinked wh