SIMON THE ZILLIONAIRE FROM NOWHERE

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Eddie leaned back in his chair, staring out the window as he waited for Agatha to arrive. The morning sun filtered through the glass, casting shadows across his desk, but the warmth offered little comfort. His mind raced with possibilities, scenarios of how this confrontation would play out. He could almost hear the tension humming in the air, a warning that things were about to get messy.

When Agatha finally entered, she was all business, her heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. Her expression was calm, but Eddie noticed a flicker of something in her eyes—nervousness, perhaps, or anticipation.

“Eddie,” she greeted, her tone cool. “You wanted to see me?”

“Have a seat,” he replied, gesturing to the chair across from him. He needed to maintain control, to keep the upper hand in this conversation.

Agatha sat down, her posture elegant, but there was a slight tension in her shoulders. “What’s this about?”

“Let’s not pretend, Agatha. You know exactly why I wanted to talk to yo