The next day, Matthew prepared for his meeting with Martinez & Cruz Legal Solutions. He dressed in a business casual outfit—a crisp white shirt and dark slacks—to make a good impression. The meeting was scheduled at their downtown office, a sleek high-rise that housed several other corporate law firms.
"Ready for this?" Saimon asked as they waited by the elevator.
Matthew adjusted his collar and nodded. "Yeah. Just hoping they're as good as their reputation."
"You'll be fine. You've closed a deal with Facebook, man. These guys are just here to handle paperwork."
The elevator dinged, and they stepped out onto the 14th floor. The receptionist greeted them warmly and directed them to a conference room where a tall, middle-aged man with a confident demeanor was waiting.
"Mr. Borja," the man said, extending a hand. "I'm Daniel Martinez. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Pleasure's mine, Mr. Martinez," Matthew replied, shaking his hand.
