Alexander sat in the room, his posture relaxed yet commanding, exuding an air of quiet authority. He was well aware that Patrick Morgan, the head of the Morgan family, was studying him—assessing, analyzing, no doubt running calculations in his mind. Thinking something, Alexander mused.
Probably about what I'm planning.
He didn't need to be a mind reader to know that. While Patrick Morgan was undoubtedly a brilliant man—one of the sharpest in the room and in the world of business—Alexander also knew he wouldn't be able to guess what he was truly planning. The older man could speculate, could theorize, could even assume he had grasped the scope of it, but the reality was far more complex than what he or anyone else could anticipate.
This deal? A mere fragment. A minuscule piece of the puzzle.