Nate left the papers on the table after pretending to have read them with caution. He didn't care about what was written, for he had no intention of agreeing.
What were those people looking for was a mystery, but he could try guessing with a glance.
The man was in front of him, sitting straight and waiting for a response. A nervous smile was on his lips, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
He had dark brown eyes, just like Lara, but his hair had been of a lighter colour before turning completely grey. His eyes and mouth were circled by wrinkles, and his hands testified his age even more than any other part of his body.
«What made you think I would have invested into this project, Mr Clayton?» he asked. «We have our suppliers, and we won't change for the moment. We're happy with them.»