The rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Julian’s penthouse, mirroring the relentless drive inside his own mind. He didn't just close deals; he rewrote the desires of the people across the table. To Julian, the human brain was nothing more than a lock, and covert psychology was his master key.

"Nothing," Julian sighed dramatically, flicking the ash from his cigar. "They just see the massive profit potential and the chance to revolutionize the grid. They don't see the art in it. Frankly, I think it's better if you keep it. Sure, the tech might stagnate without their massive R&D capital, and yes, another competitor might eclipse you in five years because they can't scale fast enough... but at least it will still be yours. Pure. Untouched."

Vance blinked, momentarily thrown off balance. He had expected a fight. By agreeing with him, Julian had instantly disarmed Vance's combative stance. They were no longer adversaries; they were on the same side.

Julian didn't flinch. He didn't counter the argument. Instead, he smiled warmly and nodded, executing the first tactic: pacing and leading. "I completely agree with you, Arthur. Legacy is everything. If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't sell either. It would be foolish to just give away your life's work to the highest bidder."