Chapter 34 Trash Or Triumph

• The mood at the table shifted the second Matthew said yes. Not relief—more like disbelief slowly curdling into cautious greed. Victor dropped his hand from his chest, Alfonso slid his phone out of sight, and Victor shifted in his chair like he’d just realized he’d been sitting too defensively.
• Outside, waves slammed against the dock wall, snapping them back to reality.
• “I need three days to reach the people I can trust,” Victor said, voice lower than before. “They’re not perfect, but they know how the market moves right now.”