Darian's eyes squeezed together as he sifted through the numbers scribbled on the page. The sums they presented were dwarfed by the astronomical figures of BRD Group. Going head-to-head with BRD Group?

His odds were Looking worse than a snowball's chance in hell.

Anxiety, dark and thick, sank into Darian‘s gut. He felt like a mouse in a maze with no exit. The thought of BRD Group's bottomless pockets wrung an expletive from his lips.

“Why are they so fixated on this? It's not Like BRD Group needs it."

His complaint was cut short by a knock on the door, and his secretary strolled in.