Chapter 64 Dreams And Schemes

• "Tell us more." Petrov repeated. "Of this... transition you envision."
• Mason tapped the edge of his whiskey glass. Eyes drifted to him, curious, expectant. After all, when the boss calls a meeting, there’s usually something brewing.
• But he intensionally took his time, letting the silence stretch like he was savoring the tension in the air. Finally, he leaned back, his gaze shifting to Patrov, who gave a subtle nod—a signal, a green light, a challenge to bring the big idea forward. Mason’s fingers drummed once on the table before he spoke, his voice a rough growl with the slightest edge of anticipation.