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In this way, Robert's words were particularly frank. Lady Miller's words seemed particularly unreal. Sir Harris looked at Robert and said, "You continue speaking, I am listening." Lady Miller's face turned pale. Robert said, "Sir Harris, the story is long. Can we move to my study? I will tell you in detail about the case from the past and then inform you about yesterday's case. I believe that you are so clever that you will surely find the similarities between the two cases." "Okay," Sir Harris led the team, following Robert as he walked towards the study.

“Presentation matters. When you approach the Harrisons, they need to feel like they’re the ones losing out if they say no. Your offer, your posture—your outfit—all of it has to communicate power.” I leaned back, considering it. She wasn’t wrong. The Harrisons read details the way sharks smell blood. Any crack, any sign of complacency, and they’d exploit it. “Fine,” I said at last. “Get ready.” She didn’t smile—just nodded once, satisfied—and headed back to her office. Minutes later, I was already in the car downstairs, the engine idling as I stared ahead, my thoughts drifting despite myself. Tomorrow would be decisive. Too many moving pieces, too many emotions tangled in what should have bee

“Please, open the door...” Harris hesitated for a few seconds. If Robertson was there, it was because he was convinced he was at home. He thought of going back to the garage, grabbing his car, and running out of there, but he would risk the boy’s life trying. He decided to open the door, and if things get complicated, he would at least have a chance to use his skills and take down those seven men quickly. Or at least he would try. He must trust his abilities. “Good morning, Mr. Harris”, Thomas said when he opened the door; his eyes were red and swollen, perhaps from insomnia, or from having a good drunk. “I wondered why you hadn’t told me you were back in town.”