In the dimly lit warehouse, Ajuri stood alone, surrounded by the eerie silence that hung heavy in the air. Shadows played upon the walls, casting a foreboding aura over the clandestine meeting. Vincent's boys, silent enforcers of his will, stood strategically positioned, ensuring that negotiations would unfold without a hint of treachery.
Vincent, a silhouette in the shadows, emerged to confront Ajuri. His eyes, gleaming with the confidence of one who held the upper hand, met Ajuri's gaze. Jonathan Stirling, still bound and blindfolded, was a silent testament to the stakes of this perilous encounter.
"You came alone, Ajuri. Smart move," Vincent remarked, his voice a low growl that reverberated in the empty spaces of the warehouse.
Ajuri, though surrounded, exuded an air of quiet confidence. "Let's cut to the chase, Vincent. What are your terms?"
