At that moment, Samuel's eyes drifted toward one of the large portraits hanging elegantly on the wall of the VIP room. The painting serene, sophisticated, mirrored the calm exterior he maintained, but inside, his thoughts churned with ruthless ambition.
A slow smile crept across his face, sharp and knowing.
'Soon,' he thought. Very soon, I'm going to get exactly what I want.
Then his fingers brushed lightly along the edge of the table as he let the thought settle, imagining how everything would look once he achieved it, the headlines, the whispers, the awe in people's eyes.
