On his way to the airport, Silas's mind was occupied with the call he had just received. The proposition had been straightforward, yet laden with implications—an alliance with Russia.
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the road but vision clouded by the storm of thoughts swirling within him.
"An alliance with Russia, huh?" Silas muttered, his lips curling into a half-smile.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued. The notion held potential—potential for power, for leverage, for positioning himself in a global arena. Yet, it also screamed of disadvantage.
Aligning himself with Russia would spotlight him in a way he wasn't ready for. The world's scrutiny was a sharp and unforgiving gaze, one that Silas preferred to sidestep until he had secured his foundation.
To Silas, a pact with Russia was a double-edged sword. On one hand, it would bolster his resources and potentially streamline his ambitious projects.
