The New Landlord

Arthur Belmont stood on the pavement, staring up at the facade of Zenith Motors. He took a deep breath, smoothing down the lapels of his suit. 

"Listen to me very carefully, Trent," Arthur said. "The Obsidian Conglomerate has ghosted my calls. Our company's stock is already beginning to dip. Securing the real estate contracts for the Zenith expansion is our last lifeline. The man we are about to meet just dropped tens of millions of dollars to acquire this facility in a single morning. He is a shark. Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not make eye contact unless prompted. Do you understand me?"

Trent swallowed hard. "I understand, Dad. I won't mess this up."

Arthur gave a nod, and the two of them walked through the sliding doors into the main showroom. 

Before Arthur could approach the reception desk, Victoria stepped out from the main corridor.

"Mr. Belmont?" Victoria asked.