At exactly 2 p.m., the host stepped onto the stage.
"Distinguished guests and viewers watching online, today we're gathered here for an open and sincere discussion about creativity, growth, and dignity..."
He dragged out the opening remarks at a slow pace.
The reason was obvious. The seat reserved for Mr. Lawson, right in the center of the front row, was still empty.
Director Zachary sat beside it, fidgeting as he pulled out his phone, only to shove it back into his pocket moments later.
2:05 p.m.
He still hadn't shown up.
2:10 p.m.
Murmurs rippled through the studio as people leaned toward one another and whispered.
"Where's Mr. Lawson?"
"Weren't they supposed to sign the contract today?"
"No way he stood us up, right?"
Sweat beaded on Director Zachary's forehead and rolled do
