He pulled out a thick, textured business card with raised gold lettering.

“I know how this looks,” Daniel said.

“But I need to make this right.”

Claire looked at the gold lettering catching the overhead fluorescent lights.

“The tournament is over, Daniel,” Claire said.

“Not the tournament,” he said.

He checked his expensive watch again, spinning the silver band nervously around his wrist.

“I mean all of it.