A day after the announcement of the contract winner, Mr. Russell was at his desk, sitting there for almost an hour as Sam Insull informed him that Mr. Morgan is coming at three o'clock.
It was three minutes past the hour when a soft knock echoed through the office. The door creaked open, revealing a tall, imposing figure with a stern expression. It was Mr. Morgan.
"Mr. Russell," he greeted. "I apologize for my tardiness. I hope you haven't been waiting too long."
Mr. Russell looked up, his eyes meeting Mr. Morgan's. He could sense the gravity of the situation, and the weight of defeat hung heavy in the air. "Not at all, Mr. Morgan. Please, have a seat," he replied somberly, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.
Mr. Morgan settled into the seat, his gaze unwavering. "I assume you know why I'm here," he said, cutting straight to the point.
