The meeting took place in one of the Blackwood's private skyscrapers—a high-rise office that overlooked the city. The negotiation room was filled with tension, the air thick with the silent battle between the two Blackwood sons.
On one side of the table sat Vincent's brother, confident but uneasy. On the other sat Vincent, leaning back lazily, an unreadable smirk on his lips.
The European syndicate's representative—a seasoned businessman in his fifties—studied the two brothers carefully. He had heard the rumors. He knew that one of these men was a once-in-a-lifetime genius.
But which one?
The meeting began, and Vincent's brother took the lead.
He presented his strategies, market predictions, and risk calculations with polished professionalism. His arguments were solid, well-researched, and backed by months of preparation.
When he finished, there was a moment of silence.
The syndicate's representatives nodded, somewhat impressed.
Then, they turned to Vincent.
And that's when everything changed.