The silence inside the Cafe stretched as Hans Webber straightened a folder on the table, his movements almost a tad bit ceremonial.
For a while, he said nothing, only exchanged a knowing glance with his secretary before finally meeting Izan's eyes.
"I imagine you've both been wondering why we didn't just send a new contract," Webber began.
His voice carried a calm steadiness that instantly drew attention.
"That's because this isn't about a contract anymore."
Miranda frowned slightly, tilting her head. "Then what is it about?"
Webber's lips curled into a small smile. "A company."
She blinked. "A company?"
"Yes," he said, sitting back in his chair.
"Money will always be money. We could offer more than what is being thrown around, but at the end of the day, it will be just that," he continued, meeting the gazes of Izan and Miranda before speaking again.
