Chapter 224

He’d always acted confident; he had quite the reputation for being an egotistical maniac even before he had the skills and achievements to back it up.

The BMW’s engine ticked slowly. The car’s interior heated; without the motor turning, the air conditioning was not keeping up with the early June heat. He gathered up the paperwork, running his fingers over the pages a few times.

He’d almost asked Mark to come with him—he was, in fact, truly desperate for some support—but Mark had a bad habit of taking nothing seriously.

Simon got out of his car. He didn’t want to be sweating too hard when he spoke with Stahl. That wouldn’t look good at all. He glanced up at the restaurant with a faint smile. The building had been undergoing a lot of slow, careful renovation over the past two years. The place looked reputable these days. But surely Stahl did not want this burden.

He took a few deep breaths and went inside.