It was noon by the time William finally returned to his office after meeting with clients.
"Mr. Astor, the mechanical company in Izania we were looking to acquire—well, they've pulled out. What should we do?"
No sooner had he walked through the door than the VP of marketing approached him with the news.
William frowned. "Why?"
The VP let out a sigh.
"I'm not sure. But apparently, Mike Matsumura himself called. He was planning to propose investing, but the guy who answered the phone told him to take his financial report to a financial center... and see if any analysts are interested in helping him with... his little scheme."
William fell silent.
'And someone like that works for me?'
His long fingers drummed absently on the desk as he motioned for the VP to hand over the report. He s
