Three days after the media frenzy over Bytebull's AI had finally begun to cool down, Richard and Jack found themselves in a stark, minimalist meeting room inside the complex. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with the scent of cigars and old money. Jack's father, Ernesto Purnas, sat across from them, a man who exuded both authority and a chilling detachment. Beside him, Don Estello, the godfather-like patriarch, leaned back in his chair with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
Jack swallowed hard, his pulse drumming in his ears. He wasn't used to negotiations of this scale. A glance at Richard, however, revealed calm, calculating eyes — eyes that seemed to see three steps ahead.
Estello spoke first, his voice gravelly and smooth.
