Chapter 68 The Deal

• The next morning, the grand marble lobby of the Adam Corporation’s headquarters buzzed with quiet efficiency. Men in tailored suits and women in sleek dresses moved like clockwork, their heels clicking against the polished floors. But in one corner of the room, a storm was brewing.
• Mayor Steffan sat stiffly on a velvet-upholstered bench, his jaw clenched, his fingers drumming against the armrest in a slow, furious rhythm. Beside him stood Jennings, his ever-loyal secretary, who had long since stopped checking his watch. They had been waiting for nearly three hours.
• Three hours.