Doran eyed him with ire but couldn't get a reading on this enigma of a man in front of him.
"Why is Kincaid International so interested in buying shares of my company? We are rivals after all," Doran stated, leaning forward and placing his clasped hands on the cold marble table. His attention fixated on Zyair.
A small sneer occupied Zyair's face under the mask. This would be an interesting confrontation. His eyes remained focused on Doran's scrutinising one.
"What's the fun if there is no one to challenge you? Kincaid International believes in healthy competition and extending a helping hand when a fellow company is in dire need," his calm voice played on the undertone of sarcasm.
Montague Kincaid watched the proceedings quietly, knowing he had trained Zyair well, and imparted all the knowledge he possessed.
