"Hey," Jude greeted as he strode toward Michael, his sharp gaze flickering between him and Tryson.
Without hesitation, he extended his hand, and Michael reciprocated with a firm, professional handshake.
The exchange was brief, yet something about it felt oddly calculated.
Even after withdrawing his hand, Jude couldn't shake off the nagging feeling gnawing at him.
His eyes darted between the two men, lingering on Tryson, who remained seated, unnervingly silent. A sense of unease settled over him, as if an unspoken tension hung thick in the air—something was going on, and he was clearly the last to know.
"Is there a problem?" Jude asked casually, masking his growing suspicion behind a composed exterior.
He finally broke his stare away from Tryson and refocused on Michael, already expecting an explanation.
"I thought you were out of the country," he added, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of skepticism.
