Ana's POV
The timing couldn't have been better.
I didn't care that the other party was also a startup business; as long as their quality met standards, I was willing to negotiate.
But something felt off.
I studied Morris carefully. "Is this person really your college friend?"
Lately, whenever I hit roadblocks, Morris appeared with solutions wrapped in convenient explanations.
From that friend's place in Veridia to this college buddy's manufacturing startup—every obstacle I faced seemed pre-solved by Morris's network.
I kept pushing away his emotions while accepting his endless assistance.
This wasn't right.
"Absolutely." Morris's expression stayed neutral. "I'll send you his contact details. You two can discuss everything directly."
I spoke quietly, "Don't bother."
Morris stopped mid-motion, his eyes finding mine.
I forced a smile. "I've already secured a manufacturing partner, so your friend's services won't be needed."
