Dance

James, perceptive as ever, read the intentions behind Francisco's smirk like an open book. The unspoken challenge had sparked a flame of anger within him, threatening to consume reason. Just as the impending clash seemed inevitable, Andrew intervened, playing the role of a mediator before the situation spiraled out of control.

“Francisco, stop and consider everyone’s matter,” Andrew interjected, a note of urgency in his voice.

“Everyone’s matter?”

Francisco retorted with a sardonic smirk, a master of turning any conversation to his advantage. His words lingered in the air, a subtle reminder that, beneath the guise of camaraderie, they were here to discuss matters of business, not engage in a clandestine power-play.

Andrew, his face now etched with sternness.

"Are we friends who come here to discuss business, or are we holding some kind of party?"

He tilted his head in mock contemplation.

With a nonchalant demeanor, he crossed his fingers, a gesture that seemed to symbolize the intrica