“I need something more this time,” Daniel said.He kept his voice light, almost casual, the way he always did. They were sitting in the same corner booth, the same low lighting, the same half-empty glasses between them. It was supposed to feel familiar.Adam didn’t touch his drink.Daniel leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, closing the distance in a way that felt friendly. “It’s not a big thing. My client needs access to a restricted internal drive before a bid closes.”Adam looked at him for a long moment. His hands were flat on the table, still, and his expression hadn’t changed much since Daniel had started talking.Daniel watched him carefully, reading the silence for what it was. He’d known this was coming. Adam had been pulling back for days now, slower to respond, quicker to leave, less willing to meet his eyes. The flagged report had rattled him more than Daniel had expected, and Daniel had spent the last week doing damage control, reassuring him, smoothing things ov
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