BANKS POV"We won't be signing with you."The room goes quiet. The man across the table, Desmond Harker, who has been acting confident since he walked in, shifts in his chair.I don't wait for their brains to process the rejection; I simply stand up, buttoning my suit jacket with slow, deliberate movements."May I ask why?”The question comes from Harker, the CEO of a flawless shell company. His voice is tight, trembling on the edge of panic. He has spent six months engineering this deal, pouring millions into a presentation designed to look flawless, seamless, independent.I lean forward, placing my palms flat on the pristine wood, tilting my head just enough to catch his frantic gaze.“Your hospitality group was registered fourteen months ago,” I begin"The operating capital traces to a holding company in the Cayman Islands within two transactions. Meanwhile, That holding company has one silent majority stakeholder" I let out a short, humorless breath, the sound sharp as a razor.
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