Wesley leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the phone as he listened intently to the voice on the other end. His expression was calm, collected, but a hint of excitement danced in his eyes.
"Excellent, Mr. Jenkins," Wesley said, his voice smooth and confident. "I'll make sure to inform Cross of the auction sale. Yes, I'll take care of it personally."
Wesley hung up the phone, his smile growing wider as he stood up and stretched, his tall, lean frame unfolding from the chair. He adjusted his cufflinks, a habitual gesture, and walked out of his office, whistling a soft tune.
As he strolled down the hallway, he nodded to the occasional passerby, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief. He stopped in front of Cross' office, raised an eyebrow, and knocked on the door.
The knock was met with silence. Wesley's eyebrow arched higher, his curiosity piqued. He knocked again, this time more insistently.
