Mysterious Contracts 1

Troy, the criminal mastermind, lounged in his chair with the ease of a man who believed himself untouchable. His sharp eyes bore into Jason, his expression a mix of curiosity and challenge.

"So, Jason," Troy began, a smirk tugging at his lips. "What's your next move?"

Jason leaned back, his confidence as tangible as ever. "That depends on the contract you're about to show me," he said smoothly, his voice carrying a subtle authority that demanded attention. His tone, deliberate and calm, invoked a sense of trust and power. 

Jason was pacing Troy, by looking just as comfortable as he was even though it was not his space, lounging in his chair, and mirroring Troy's demeanour. With pacing came leading, by making sure that he was dictating the direction of the conversation.