Damon Cross, Victor, and Tommy Hughes entered the meeting room, met with the stern faces of officials, tournament organizers, and PR executives. The energy in the room was controlled but tense.
Victor, as always, remained calm and professional. He had been through countless negotiations, handled media storms, and brokered deals far more significant than this. He wasn't here to argue, but to assess the situation and secure the best outcome.
Tommy, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to explode. He was the old-school, no-nonsense type, and to him, this entire situation felt like political bullshit.
Damon sat back, composed, but fully engaged. This wasn't a joke to him, nor was he here to plead his case. He was here to see what they wanted and decide whether it was worth entertaining.
The head organizer leaned forward, sliding a document across the table.
