Miles looked at Joshua calmly.
"So, Mr. Ainsley."
"How can I help you?"
Joshua drew a slow breath before answering.
"I'll be frank, Mr. Sterling."
"I need your help."
"One company has been relentlessly targeting our business."
"They're attacking us from every possible direction."
He lowered his eyes for a moment.
"Our family has been in this industry for generations. We built relationships over decades. We believed those connections would stand with us when we needed them."
A bitter smile appeared on his face.
"But when trouble came..."
"Everyone turned their backs on us."
"Every single one."
"They all refused to help."
He clenched his fists.
"I have no other choice but to come to you."
"Please..."
"Help us save our family's legacy."
"We are willing to offer favorable business terms."
"Anything you ask."
Miles rested his elbows lightly on the desk.
"Anything?"
"It sounds much more serious than I expected."
His expression became thoughtful.
"Tell me."
