Love Unspoken

Walter nodded in affirmation. "Alexander has always had a keen eye for character. Now that I've had the pleasure of meeting you, I see the truth in his assessment. Quentin Ford, you are indeed a fascinating individual."

At this, Volume's hearty laughter filled the air, his amusement evident. "Careful with your praise, I'm prone to letting it go to my head," he warned, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

"I've had the opportunity to peruse the bid book you submitted, Quentin Ford," Walter continued, smoothly transitioning into business matters. "The plan is commendable. In line with our thoughts, we propose initiating trials in two cities. If the results are promising, we can then gradually expand the scope of the plan."

Volume was momentarily taken aback. He hadn't anticipated diving into business discussions so promptly, especially when he was still in the midst of receiving flattery.

The tourism industry in Sylvadora had ceased to satisfy his ambitions. He yearned to branch out, but was hindered by a lack of resources and connections in other regions. The mere task of land acquisition could potentially span a century. And that was without considering other enterprises and competitors. Attempting to claim a share in unfamiliar territories, without substantial support, was a recipe for disaster. \

Nevertheless, a partnership with Kennedy Enterprise could help alleviate these challenges. Even if he had to play second fiddle and reap lesser benefits, it would still be more profitable than his current operations in Sylvadora. Why else would he have made such a grand gesture of personally welcoming them at the airport?

Volume proposed, "You've all had a long journey. Allow me to escort you to your hotel for some rest. We can delve into the details of our potential collaboration later tonight. Does that sound agreeable?" Walter had no objections. "That works for me."

After all, he was the one leading these negotiations, and Alexander appeared indifferent.

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