The next morning, inside the ABC office building.
James was staring at his phone in a daze while running his hands through his disheveled hair.
Just this morning alone, Wang Jian had already called him three times.
Although each time, his assistant had used the "in a meeting" excuse to delay the calls,
it still had James feeling like he was developing an allergy to the ringing phone.
"What the hell does NBC want? Do they really want to start a media war?" he muttered under his breath, "Damn corporate executives, didn't they say they would stop sensationalizing this topic after the discrimination crisis had passed?"
"And Wang, isn't he just..." James took a sip of coffee, continuing to talk to himself.
A moment later, he sighed.
Well, if he were a prospective billionaire, he would probably act like the "old money" in the Upper East Side,
reducing his presence as much as possible and peacefully enjoying the luxurious life.
