Victor leaned back a little in his chair, keeping a calm face as he watched the man sitting across from him. The restaurant was classy, filled with soft sounds of cutlery and quiet chatter from other tables, but Victor's full attention was on Clifford.
"Mr. Sherlock," Clifford began, his voice steady but careful. "I know this might seem sudden, and maybe the questions I will be asking you might sound a bit off, but… I have my reasons for asking such questions."
Victor didn't say anything at first. He gave a small nod, keeping his posture straight. He already had a feeling where this conversation was going, but he stayed calm and let Clifford continue.
Clifford looked a little nervous. His fingers played with the edge of his glass as he went on. "Your involvement with the company has been a blessing. You said you came for a partnership with the Moretti Foundation, but you've done more than that. You've helped us in ways we didn't expect. Honestly, you've—"
