At dinner, Tristan and Esther made the order for room service since we were yet to get groceries while I remained in the room upstairs, talking to my immediate assistant at my company. He told me about how the people who came from Spain were still interested in signing the contract even though one of them was dead due to the sniper getting embedded in his neck.

I was a bit surprised, frankly I expected them to turn a cold shoulder towards us since their boss got killed in our last meeting, and not for them to still be willing to sign the contract with us. I guess this is...