Normally, I would have found a reason to turn him down or postponed it to another day.
But he was the only one smart enough to stay on my good side and come personally, so the least I could do was listen to what he had to say.
"There's an important meeting lined up after this. If you don't mind, we can talk now."
"That's fine by me," he nodded.
I checked the time on my watch, the second hand ticking methodically, then signed the required documents.
Mr. Hans followed, his pen moving without pause. He didn't rush, every stroke precise—like a man used to making quick decisions.
My legal team would handle the transfer of funds, and any sponsorship would go directly to the guild.
Being the sole owner, it didn't really change anything for me, aside from having a convenient way to reduce taxes without looking like a criminal.
It wasn't tax evasion, but tax avoidance.
