Soren
As we pulled up to the imposing building, Rowan let out a low whistle, his eyes wide as he took in the sheer size of it.
Yeah, I had the same reaction to it when I was first brought here. I chuckled a little.
"This is it?" he asked, his tone laced with disbelief.
I nodded, straightening my jacket. "Once a month, the syndicate meets here to discuss business affairs. It's a rare occasion and that's why It's my only chance to present my idea."
He glanced at me, uncertainty flickering in his expression. "Are you sure they're okay with me tagging along? I mean, these people don't exactly scream 'welcoming.' They almost ate me up during the last time and that was on a screen."
I shook my head, a small smile tugging at my lips. "They won't mind. They liked you last time, when you spoke to them, you earned a little respect. Just stay composed, and you'll be fine. Do not interrupt them, do not speak when you are not spoken to and relax. Aggression makes them antsy."
