Hong stared into the wall-mounted mirror encircled by a frame of a golden design, interlaced together in an antiek Spiegel. He brushed imaginary dirt from his cherry red jacket before straightening his tie.
"Excuse me, Master Fu," a voice came from behind the door.
"Come in," He said, slowly turning to whoever needed his attention. The housekeeper moved towards him, his phone in her gloved hands as she presented, before struggling to bow.
"Your mother is on the line," she said, then he dismissed her.
"Son?"
"Yes, mother."
"Have you heard? The Qin's are throwing a party soon."
"I am aware."
"And your wife to be? Have you spoken to her about it?"
Wu pressed his lips into a thin line. He'd forgotten about her for the past few days, and wouldn't have remembered her if someone didn't bring her up.
"Well... I was told she went on a vacation with her new boyfriend. Her replacement for me."
"How are you calm about it?"
