The next morning, the stakes were higher.
Matthew sat at the same long conference table, but this time, the mood had shifted.
Yesterday had been about impressing them. Today was about closing the deal.
Angel sat beside him, sharp as ever, while General Reed, Colonel Reynolds, and the senior military officials took their positions across from them. The Pentagon representatives were once again dialed in through a secure video feed, their expressions unreadable.
Between them, a new stack of documents had appeared—detailed procurement reports, cost assessments, and contract drafts.
The U.S. wasn't just considering Titan Mk-I anymore.
They were preparing to buy.
Reed leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "Let's get straight to it, Borja."
Matthew smirked. "By all means, General."