"I'm sure we can come to a better agreement that will benefit both sides."
Junghoon resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He forced a diplomatic smile on his lips. "Our goods are top-notch. Anything less would be demeaning to its quality."
The buyer, Mr. Akira Hashimoto, was insistent. "You're fairly young for such a business," he said, diverting the topic.
Junghoon offered a faint nod and said nothing.
Akira let his pheromones spill into the air, hoping to force him into submission. "But it seems you're not wise enough to wield that power."
The alpha smirked, unaffected by the pathetic show of dominance. "It seems Mr. Hashimoto has underestimated me."
He glanced around the room, noting the man's armed guards. "The power wasn't handed to me, unlike you. I created it."
The insult hit home and Akira's face darkened in offense. "You're crossing the line—"
"Rein in your pheromones," Junghoon drawled, interrupting him. "Then we can talk about crossing the line."
