Chapter 85 The unholy union

Franco paced nervously in Laura's opulent office, his eyes darting to the door every few seconds. "Where is he? He should have been here by now." Laura, seated behind her mahogany desk, tapped her manicured nails on the polished surface. "Patience, Franco. Agamemnon isn't known for his punctuality." "We don't have time for games," Franco hissed. "Every second we waste is another second Mariama could use to regain her footing." "Calm yourself," Laura said, her voice cool. "Agamemnon knows the value of this opportunity. He'll be here." As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing a tall, imposing man with silver hair and piercing blue eyes. Agamemnon of the Notch House strode in, his presence immediately filling the room. "Laura, Franco," he nodded to each of them. "I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long." Franco opened his mouth to speak, but Laura cut him off. "Not at all, Agamemnon. We're grateful you could meet with us on such short notice." Agamemnon settled into a chair,