What will I get in return?

The file felt heavy as it weighed on my new responsibility. Dylan Marcov's name seemed to jump off the page in bold, commanding letters. As I began reading it, my eyes widened in disbelief. Three hundred billion. It was one of the largest deals I’d ever heard of, perhaps one of the biggest in the history of our business.

"Why is this deal still pending?" I demanded while glancing at Lucy. The proposal had been made over a year ago, yet there hadn’t been any movement.

"They have not accepted yet. Perhaps we got a silent rejection," Lucy replied in a low tone, implying it was unlikely to be accepted.

I had heard about Dylan Marcov from Alan and seen his name all over the internet—described as a ruthless, selfish man with no room for kindness. But I felt a little kindness in his heart when I was in the hospital. The challenge seemed immense, but not impossible.

"I have decided. I will secure this contract," I said, and Lucy's eyes widened. I could almost hear the unspoken mockery in her