"Alright, enough."
Dahlia Thorne's voice dripped with palpable impatience, cutting through the heavy atmosphere of the room. Her manicured fingers drummed a sharp, rhythmic staccato against the hard, unyielding surface of the wooden table, emphasizing her agitation.
"We have all laid our cards on the table, haven't we? The game is open. So, let us be brutally honest with one another. Even without your assistance, I possess the means to accomplish my own objectives and finish what I started. Conversely, without my involvement, you two still intend to move against Gabriel Cole regardless of the difficulty. Since our paths align so perfectly, why shouldn't we collaborate to expedite the process and save us all some time?"
"What exactly are your terms?"
