Clark looked at the man standing in front of him and found himself wondering what made him so calm, so arrogant. There was something unsettling about Jack’s composure, something that made even Clark, a man used to handling chaos hesitate for a moment. He sneered in his heart. He was trying to give Jack a way out. A simple, quiet solution. A chance to walk away without further drama. But Jack clearly wasn’t interested. He didn’t want peace. He wanted to press the issue and ride the high road straight through Basle’s pride.Clark figured that maybe Jack didn’t know who Basle was. Maybe if he did, his arrogance would finally break. Clark lowered his voice, but the weight behind his words didn’t fade.“Basle is the manager of the Marland Grand Hotel. I’m sure you’re also a refined businessman, Mr... Jack. Can’t we be reasonable here and talk things out?”Both Clark and Basle turned their eyes toward Jack, expecting some reaction. Shock, maybe fear. Or, at the very least, a flicker of reco