d up at me, concern etched on her face. "What did he say?" she asked. I shook my head, trying to process my thoughts. "He agreed to meet with me again," I said. "But I don't know what hi

taking a seat across from him. Malvin nodded, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Of course," he said. "I'm happy to discuss the details of our proposal." I leaned forward, my eyes locked on his. "I'm not interested in hearing your sales pitch," I said. "I want to know the truth about your company's business practices." Malvin's smile faltered for a moment, and I saw a flash of something else in his eyes – something harder, something more ruthless. But then the smile returned, and he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together. "I'm afraid you're misunderstanding the situation," he said. I raised an eyebrow, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it – the game was on. "Oh?" I said, my voice dripping with skepticism. "Do tell." Malvin smiled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I think we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement," he said. I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving his. "I'm listening," I said. Malvin nodded, his smile growing wider. "Good," he said. "I think we can both benefit from this partnership." I raised an