The atmosphere inside the Michelin-starred Chinese restaurant in the heart of New York was filled with luxury and formality. Soft conversations blended with classical music, but for Alan, it was unbearably stifling and tedious.
"Regarding the partnership for our merger, I think the numbers should look good next quarter." The hoarse voice of the chairman, Natasha's father, spoke up cheerfully.
"Yes, father. Alan agrees, right?" Natasha, sitting next to him, turned to ask with a sweet smile.
"Yes, as you say."
Alan responded briefly, barely looking up at his conversation partners. His large hand gripped his luxurious mobile phone tightly under the table covered with a golden cloth, his sharp eyes fixed on the blank chat screen.
Alan: I've arrived. (Read 4:15 PM)
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