Chapter 114: A Deal With Mr Kingsley

Jason's POV:

I was jolted awake at four in the morning by my assistant, a relentless overachiever who took his job way too seriously. Groaning, I rolled over to grab my phone, squinting at the bright screen as he rattled off details about an "urgent" meeting.

"You're scheduled to meet with Mr. Kingsley at nine," he said, his voice crisp and professional, like it wasn't an ungodly hour. "He's expressed interest in the project LBJ has been developing."

Ah, Mr. Kingsley. The man who could probably buy the planet and still have enough left over to splurge on a new galaxy. This guy wasn't just wealthy; he was the kind of rich that made other billionaires feel poor. And the kind of ruthless that sent chills down your spine if you weren't careful.

Fantastic. Just what I wanted to do today.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to wake up fully. "Right. Send me the files for review," I muttered, already dreading the hours of research ahead.