Monroe sat there, his fingers unconsciously tapping on his knees.
For a long time.
He stood up, walked around his desk to stand before Leo, and extended his hand.
The simple gesture carried more weight than any words.
Leo looked at the outstretched hand.
He knew Monroe had made his choice.
But he didn't immediately shake it.
Leo knew that in this room, promises were as cheap as scrap paper.
A politician's mouth is for winning votes, not for keeping promises.
Especially for someone like Monroe, who would sell his soul to climb the ladder, a promise was worthless.
What mattered was what he did.
"Aston, we've had a pleasant conversation."
Leo said, "But in this business, words aren't very convincing."
Monroe withdrew his outstretched hand and sat back down in his office chair, a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
"What do you need me to do?"
"I need a token of your commitment."
"What kind of token?"
