Chapter 201: Negotiating
"Absolutely not!" he screeched, rising from his seat so fast the table shook. His bulk rippled in motion as four chins jiggled like angry, trembling jelly. He pointed an indignant sausage finger toward Kaiden before shouting, "You’ve got some goddamn nerve coming in here with demands, kid!"
He panted like he’d just run a mile, fat fists planted on the glossy table.
Renzo, calmer but on the exact same page, grunted and adjusted the collar of his velvet blazer.
"Perhaps you’re too young to understand... Or maybe your brain is just filled with useless stuff. But you signed a contract with us. You gave us the rights to those videos. In legal terms, you already consented. Those films are our property."
Next to Renzo, Vesta leaned forward, legs crossed over one another as she sipped her drink. Her red lipstick glinted strongly under the light. "Adults don’t throw hissy fits about deals they regret. They move on. Learn from it."
The tension in the air coiled tighter, but Kaiden didn’t flinch. Didn’t hesitate. He simply reached for a chair and sat down.
Calmly. Casually. As if he owned the damn room.
He rested his forearms on the table, his posture relaxed but undeniable. Like a warlord holding court in enemy territory.
Kaiden responded in a low voice. "Deals can be redone if a new agreement is reached. It happens all the time."
He glanced at Marlow, at Renzo, then at Vesta.
"Nothing is set in stone in a rapidly changing world. Especially not in our world. Where the rules shift with power. And power... shifts fast."
The Valkyries remained standing behind him, silent sentinels with cold expressions and unspoken menace in their stillness. Naturally, they weren’t fond of this place and their practices to prey upon young, desperate women.