Lukas and Victor discussed their new cooperation. It went pretty well, mainly because Lukas seemed submissive and tried to give Victor an advantage over the contract. They sat at the massive oak desk, papers spread out like a battlefield map. Lukas pointed to numbers, saying, "Take this share, brother. Bigger for you." Victor nodded, pen scratching notes. Lukas pushed more favors—lower costs, longer terms. Victor saw the kindness.
In exchange, Victor thought Lukas felt reluctant because he was not used to being favored. Lukas rubbed his neck, eyes down. "Brother, this too good for me." Voice soft. Victor smiled inside. Sweet boy. Ten years alone taught hard work. Not handouts.
Despite all the craps that happened in Victor's life—divorce fights, boardroom betrayals, sleepless nights—Victo
