Chapter 89

Reginald Smith sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, his eyes scanning the room as his team of executives presented their latest proposal. The meeting room was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft hum of the projector and the murmur of voices.

"...and as you can see, Reginald, the Bluebird deal offers a significant increase in profits," one of the executives said, clicking to the next slide.

Reginald nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. "I like it. Let's move forward with the negotiations."

Just as the meeting was wrapping up, the door burst open and James Hill stormed in, his face red with anger.

"Reginald, we need to talk," James growled, his eyes blazing with intensity.

Reginald's expression didn't change, but his voice took on a hint ofannoyance. "James, I'm busy. Can't you see I'm in a meeting?"

James ignored the executives, his gaze fixed on Reginald. "This can't wait. You're canceling our deals and demanding compensation? You're the one who breached the