"So, Mr. Jacob, we have finalized our deal with your company!" A tall, handsome man held a campaign glass as he purposed a toast to Old Jacob, who seemed to be in his late fifties.
Old Jacob looked outside the glass wall, as he can see the entire city from this floor, which was a thousand meters from the ground. His eyes were calm and uninterested in anything as he looked at the city from the very top. It was like he had lost his interest in the entire world itself.
"Mr. Jacob?" The tall man called again.
Jacob finally looked at the man with a faint smile and nodded. "Yeah, whatever. But I still don't understand why you purpose a personal meeting while my sons can do the same. You should know I'm about to retire, and my sons will inherit my entire legacy."
A wily glint flash past the man's blue eyes as he said, "I know and I'm very grateful that you agree to this meeting. I'm an admirer of yours, Mr. Jacob. You have changed the entire weapon industry in twenty years."
