Nearly fifteen minutes had passed when Eugene finally emerged.

His expression hadn't changed. He was calm and unreadable, just as it had been when he went in. There was no hint of whether the deal had gone through or not. Everyone around was left speculating.

"I bet it didn't go through. You know how Mr. Quincy is. He's easygoing most of the time, but once he sets his mind on something, he doesn't let go."

"Who knows? Maybe it worked out after all."

"Ha! Care to place a bet on it?"

With no official word from Quincy, the employees could only guess. But Lydia had a different approach. She could just ask.

When she entered the office, there was an unopened file on Quincy's desk, next to a pen that seemed freshly used. Her heart skipped a beat.

been true? Did he really agree to work

and decided to ask directly. There was no point in dwelling on assumptions when she could face the truth head-on. "Quincy, did you

was stunned. "You... you just

his voice calm. "It was the transfer deed for the

tore up a deed for Southland?" Lydia asked, her

meeting about making it their next

casually discarding an opportunity

the company a fortune." Lydia whispered, still

gaze. "I didn't need his offer. We've got people handling the auction, and we'll get

Quincy was doing all of this for

softly, holding

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