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The door closed softly behind them.
Silence returned to the suite.
Khaldoon remained standing for a moment, his gaze fixed on the door as if replaying the conversation in his mind.
Then he spoke.
"What do you think of him?"
There was no visible answer.
Just the phone on the table.
And then—
Pep's voice.
Calm.
Unhurried.
"I guess…"
A slight pause.
"We'll see."
Meanwhile outside.
The elevator doors slid shut with a soft click.
For a moment, none of them spoke.
The hum of the lift filled the silence as it began its descent, smooth and controlled, mirroring the composure they were all trying to maintain. But the room—the suite, the words, the number—lingered heavily in their minds.
Twelve point five million pounds a year.
Even now, it didn't quite settle.
