The Second Arrangement
“Smarter and faster. We’ve done it before. We’ll do it again.”
Callum looked at both of them. “Good. I want updates every two days. And Marcus — good work on the last one. The factory in the south is already making profit. Keep that up.”
Marcus nodded, a modest smile on his face. “Thank you. I’m just doing my job.”
The three men kept talking, going over numbers, timelines, and potential problems. The conversation flowed easily, the kind of comfortable rhythm that came from years of working together.
A knock sounded on the door. Callum’s secretary stepped in.