As Poul sauntered out of Walter's office, he noticed his executive secretary, Amelia, walking towards him with a pale expression.
"Mr. Nielsen," Amelia uttered. "There's someone who would like to see you."
Poul raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong? And why do you look so pale?"
Amelia took a deep breath before responding. "It was Mr. Russell."
"Russell? What is he doing here?" Poul asked, his tone reflecting his irritation.
"He didn't say, he just demanded to see you. I told him you were busy working on a project, but he insisted."
Poul sighed. "Since he didn't arrange for an appointment, tell him he can wait in the lobby until five o'clock this afternoon."
"But won't that infuriate him?" Amelia asked, concerned.
Poul shrugged. "It might, but I won't be dictated to by someone who can't follow basic protocol. I'll attend to my business according to my schedule. He should be glad I'm giving him any of my precious time."
