At the club...
The tall man, who was a few years older than Jasper, sat across from him. He had a commanding presence. His golden hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead. His sharp jawline and well-defined cheekbones gave him a rugged appearance, which contrasted with his expensive three-piece suit. A golden tooth glimmered in the faint light whenever he smiled, adding an element of mystery to his demeanor.
The two men shook hands, sealing their agreement. Jasper's lips curled into a subtle smile. Finally, he completed the work successfully without any interventions. His tense nerves relaxed.
Carl's face spread into a wider grin as he congratulated him. "It's a great honor to work with you, Jasper," Carl said, his voice laced with sincerity. "I believe we'll continue working for a long time."
"I hope so, Carl," Jasper replied, his tone measured, "as long as we remain loyal to each other."
