Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Nathan spent the whole time casually toying with a lighter, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. Meanwhile, Dominick was the one deep in negotiations with Benjamin.

"Mr. Benjamin, I've got the contract all set up just like we discussed, no changes to the terms. Take a look, and if everything's cool, we can go ahead and sign," Dominick said, practically bending over backward, treating Benjamin like some kind of royalty. Behind his sunglasses, Nathan exchanged a knowing look with the other secretary, both unimpressed by Dominick's behavior.

But Benjamin was eating it up. "Dominick, no need to rush the contract. I'll have my team give it another look. If it's all good, we'll sign then. In the meantime, why don't we head over to our Rowland Inc. restaurant for lunch? It'll be a good chance to chat and get to know each other better."

Dominick, always the social butterfly, nodded eagerly. "Benjamin, you're too generous. We've got a crowd, so let's not put you out. Next time you're on my turf, I'll roll out the red carpet for you."

The two were soon acting like best buds, almost ready to swear a blood oath. In a show of camaraderie, Benjamin signed the contract on the spot.

Nathan couldn't stand the sight, so he turned to Ford. He whispered, "I'd rather hang out with you. At least you're not one to brown-nose."

Ford, ever the straight shooter, replied, "Sir, folks often say I look like a bit of a fool."

them down. "Well, those folks don't look half as sharp as you,

flatter Benjamin into a tizzy, leaving him a bit lost

the top dog of my generation. Choosing to work with me is your best bet. Right now, in the Capital, I'm the only

you're clearly destined for greatness. This order is a goldmine, and this wealth is yours to grab. Soon, you'll

got a half-brother who's

familiar voice, momentarily thinking

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or more refined thansed,

"Haha, Sir, maybe you don't know my family well. My half-brother, apart from the family

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