Halfway through the meal, one of the men in a black suit set down his fork.
His eyes shifted toward Henry.
"So, Mr. Henry…"
The casual tone disappeared.
"About your distribution routes."
The sound of cutlery against plates slowly faded, as silence settled over the table.
"What makes you believe they're suitable for investment from our company?"
Henry looked up calmly.
They were straight to the point with no small talk.
Good.
He had expected that.
Henry gently placed his utensils down and wiped his hands with a napkin.
Then he leaned slightly to the side and picked up a thick file resting beside his chair.
"Well," he said smoothly, sliding his plate aside.
"Since you brought that up…"
The file landed softly on the table.
He pushed it toward the three men.
"It's only proper that I show you this."
The men exchanged brief glances before pulling the file closer.
Henry's voice remained calm.
"That should clarify any doubts."
Remedy's father, Henry, was a businessman.
