The master golden mask turned slightly, catching the light in mesmerizing patterns.
"Even I cannot trace his origins,"
the Master admitted, his voice echoing with unusual uncertainty. "But his pattern is clear - he moves like a shark through investment waters. Any company that catches his eyes..."
he paused meaningfully.
"He devours the whole, regardless of price."
"For now,'
Isaiah noted carefully.
"he circles the smaller companies. Significant ones, yes, but not..."
he gestured at the gathered patriarchs.
" He's not in our level, he as not even once got close to our establishments, which means something isn't right, since he wanted the best he should have approached one of us by now."
He gazes at everyone.
"Has anyone approached any of you concerning your companies?"
immediately all of them shake their heads.