Minutes ticked by, each one a countdown to the moment the façade would crumble.

Finally, a sleek black car pulled into the lot. Randall Knox stepped out, followed by his team. Dressed sharply, he exuded a quiet confidence that made Hank’s bravado look foolish in comparison.

Hank’s smile faltered when he noticed Randall’s team wasn’t wearing the Bison Tire & Lube insignia. Confusion etched across his face as he tried to make sense of this unexpected twist. Before he could voice his uncertainty, Randall stepped forward.