Adrian huffed before walking over to his car. One thing he did not like was wastage of time and this meeting was an example of it. He received nothing from this.
A useless meeting, in negotiations that went back and forth, but had failed in the end. The old fucker did not relent and he was going to fail in business. How the hell was his business even going on when he was thus stubborn?
His phone vibrated in his pocket, and within a few seconds, the call was answered, and the phone was pressed against his ear.
"Adrian."
"Matvey." His Russian friend, someone who did not call often, but when he did, it was important or necessary.
"Yes?"
"I have not received anything about the shipment. Are you having troubles?"
The shipment was of ammunition that Matvey needed. And he Did, he was having a fucking problem in carrying out the order.
