The once-empty office building was now filled with rows of new desks and chairs.
Dyson and Eric sat on a sleek black leather sofa nearby, each holding a lit cigarette between their fingers, their brows slightly furrowed.
"Everything's in place," Dyson said, his deep-set eyes glinting as he crossed his legs elegantly.
"HR has already started external recruitment, and we've poached several senior executives from Switch's company at a premium.
The company will be fully operational this month."
He gazed out through the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression unreadable.
After a moment of silence, Eric took a deep drag of his cigarette, letting the nicotine swirl in his lungs before exhaling a cloud of smoke through his nostrils.
His sharp features were momentarily veiled in the hazy vapor.
"From now on, we're officially Marson Group's competitors," he said, a trace of unease in his voice.
"To be honest, I'm a little nervous.
