EVANDER
“Why is this old man so difficult to contact?” I asked, massaging the bridge of my nose.
Late into the night, I was still in my office because Mr. Miyagi decided to cancel our meeting for the third time.
“Well, he is a new granddad,” Rui said, placing my fourth cup of coffee on the table. “You have to give him some time, sir. Mr. Miyagi isn’t a conglomerate like your dad. He’s a highly-valued artist who does not work in a set time.”
“Plenty of companies have been wanting to work with him, but he never spared them a glance,” he continued. “I think it’s fortunate that we even have a chance to communicate with him.”
I sighed and leaned against my chair, letting out a deep breath. What Rui said made a lot of sense. However, I still couldn’t help but feel impatient.
This deal was
