...a competition

The drive to PJ Brand from Old Town took about an hour, on arriving on company grounds. Rowan ordered Max to stay back while he went in, as he wanted to do this without interference from anyone.

Guards were waiting outside to welcome him along with Rhea, the managing director, when Jason was not around. Rhea stood at the entrance of the building with two bulky bodyguards beside her, her hair flowing behind her as she adopted a business smile in welcoming Rowan.

“Hello sir. Nice to meet you again.” She greeted, holding her hand out for a shake.

“Good to be here.” Rowan replied, smiling, accepting her handshake.

They both stepped into the building where Jason stood wearing a black suit and pants, his hair was combed back, and his hand in his pockets showed no sign of moving to greet Rowan. Rowan noticed his behaviour and smiled inwardly. If he said he didn’t expect this, that would have been a big lie. There were several reporters around taking pictures and recording videos of two of th