“Well,” he said, “that’s inconvenient for Mr. Mercer.”
“For him.”
“Not for me?”
“You’ll decide that.”
Peter smiled slightly. “I already did.”
The event began at ten.
I let Logan start his presentation.
From the back of the room I watched him glide through slides full of growth projections, user funnels, market capture, operational confidence. He talked beautifully. That is what men like Logan do best. They sell certainty before substance, polish before proof. Around him, investors nodded. Staff circulated with coffee. The city glittered behind the glass like a backdrop rented for credibility.
Then Peter stood up.
“Before we move forward,” he said, “I think there’s someone else everyone needs to meet.”
