Charles.
After adjusting my tie, I took a sip of the water that was kept in front of me. It is draining me out that I have to stay back in D.C to try and enclose a business deal that seems so much impossible. “Are you with us, Mr. Charles?” Someone called my name from the meeting room and I looked up.
“Sorry, what did you say?” I asked, sounding as polite as I could be.
By now, they must have noticed that I have only little interest in what they are presenting right now. I have already gone through the slides which they had provided me with last night, it was good and nothing to be changed about yet so I don’t get why we still have to spend hours trying to reach a conclusion about. “I was saying the signed documents would be sent to you tomorrow morning.” The represented informed.
Stan
