Chapter 112 Meeting at the Club


    Chapter 112 Meeting at the Club


    The first time Austin tried to meet Ethan, the man was stuck in a boardroom.


    The second time, Ethan was busy taking clients out to dinner.


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    It wasn’t until the third try that Ethan agreed to see him–and even then, only after wrapping up another engagement.


    Three attempts just to sit across from him. That was all Austin could manage.


    He had thought being neighbors would make things easier, but it was clear now that Ethan had no ns to give him that courtesy.


    If that was the case, then this deal was hanging by a thread.


    Austin’s eyes grew darker. He let out a quietugh and lifted his ss. “I think you already know where ourpany stands, Mr. Jackson. What’s your take on it?”


    Ethan leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs, his face unreadable. “My take? I’d rather lie down and do nothing about it.”


    Austin’s smile froze before he forced it back into ce. “Mr. Jackson, you’ve got a real sense of humor.”


    Ethan’s mouth curved, but the smile never reached his eyes. He studied Austin for a moment before straightening, his hands resting on his knees. “If you’re serious about working with us, then I need proof. At the very least, I should be looking at your project proposal.”


    Trying to pull off a deal of this scale with nothing but neighborly charm was pure fantasy.


    “Of course”


    <b>Austin’s </b>confidence slid back into ce. His eyes gleamed with certainty, as if he already held the winning card. “We built a special team just for this project. The n has been through revision after revision. I believe you’ll be satisfied with our proposal, Mr. Jackson.”


    Ethan’s lips tugged upward in a faint smirk. “You sound pretty confident, Mr. Osborne.”


    “That’s because we put everything into it.


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    The conversation had shifted to business, and the lights in the room seemed brighter.


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    Golden light fell from above, carving Ethan’s features into sharp edges, and it made him almost too striking to look real.


    The two women sitting nearby couldn’t look away. Austin’s brow furrowed before he gave them a warning nce.


    Their eyes lit up with the signal. They moved closer to Ethan.


    But before they touched his sleeve, his voice cut the air like ice.


    “Back off.”


    The women froze, their cheeks burning in shame. Ethan didn’t even nce at them. His focus never left the file.


    Austin narrowed his eyes and signaled for them to sit back down.


    Minutes crawled by.


    Then, the sound of the folder snapping shut cracked through the silence.


    Ethan looked up. The sharp edge in his eyes belonged to someone who lived in business. “I can greenlight the partnership. But this proposal doesn’t work. It needs to be rewritten.”


    Austin blinked. “Could you point out what’s wrong with it?”


    “Everything.”


    Austin was too stunned to say anything.


    Ethan tossed the file on the table and leaned back in his chair. “It’s all surface polish. None of it works in actual construction. If you follow these numbers, you won’t meet even the basic environmental standards. On top of that, the budget would explode.”


    Austin froze, then raised his ss again.


    “Alright. We’ll adjust it ording to your standards, Mr. Jackson.


    “Since that’s out of the way, why don’t we change the subject? You don’te to Tritton often. As your host, I’d like to make sure you have a good night. Let’s drink until the bottles are dry.”


    “No thanks.”


    Ethan ignored the raised ss and stood, buttoning his jacket with smooth precision.


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    His eyes drifted toward the women on the couch. A dryugh left him, sharp and humorless. What an energetic man <i>you </i>are, <i>Osborne</i><i>. </i>


    “My wife keeps me in check. I hear you’re engaged too, Mr. Osborne. Doesn’t she keep you in line?” he asked proudly, as if he were a peacock showing off his feathers.


    A shadow flickered across Austin’s face. He lowered the ss after a long pause.


    “Business dinners are part of the job. She gets that.”


    “I sec.”


    Ethan slid a hand into his pocket, his smile faint but cutting. “Then I wish you a pleasant evening. I’ll head out.”


    The door closed behind him, and Oliver followed at once.


    The room was suddenly too quiet, heavy with the stench of alcohol.


    Heat from the liquor mixed with anger inside Austin until he snapped. He swiped a bottle off the table. ss burst across the floor, sharp shards skidding through the spilled liquor. The women screamed and covered their heads.


    “Get out!”


    They rushed away, leaving Austin slumped on the couch.


    He tugged at his cor, his chest rising with frustration.


    Ethan was younger. He had less experience. So why did he act like he was above him? Why did he get to sit there with that calm, unshaken face?


    Austin’s eyes churned with fury, teetering on the edge of spilling over.


    At the club entrance, Oliver opened the car door with practiced care. He hesitated before speaking up


    “Mr. Jackson, I looked over Osborne Group’s proposal. It doesn’t meet our standards