Valentina's brows creased. Something about the confidence in his voice felt too sure, too strange.
She tilted her head slightly and asked, "The way you're so confident… is there something you're not telling me? Because I don't get it. I've never met someone who believes in another person this much. You talk like it's already done."
Then Raymond leaned back and smiled.
"Because it is."
Raymond tilted his head slightly and smiled, the corner of his lips curling in that usual calm, unreadable way.
"If you asked me to bet on you, Valentina," he said, voice low and steady, "I'd place every single thing I own on you winning that contract."
Hearing what he just said Valentina blinked, trying not to roll her eyes. "You keep saying that," she muttered, running her fingers over the edge of the file, "but do you even know the weight of this deal? This isn't some five-hundred-million contract. This is ten billion, Raymond. Ten billion."
