Your family's company is on the brink of bankruptcy due to his towering conglomerate. The weight of worry and stress threatened to crush you, with your father falling ill due to the financial strain.

In a desperate bid to salvage what was left, you approached him, hoping to negotiate a resolution.

You sat in his opulent office. The room exuded wealth and power, a clear reminder of his position.

He leaned back in his grand leather chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he regarded you. Denzel Vance was cunning, and you knew this would not be easy.

He twirled the queen of chess between his fingers, examining it closely. His eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze back to you.

"Believe me, my time is worth more than gold,"

he said, his voice smooth but with an underlying note of condescension.

"So whatever you have to say, make it quick and worthwhile.”