Olaf Meiden hung up the phone and looked at his watch. His son should show up any minute. He rose from his desk to stretch his bones and....
A sharp pain pierced his lower abdomen making him reflexively touch himself in that area.
Annoyed, he pressed his lips together and reached into his pocket, from which he took out a bottle of medicine.
Really, now?
Slightly nervously, because he didn't have time for that, he swallowed the pill and sipped water. He sat down heavily in his chair. In a few minutes the pain would subside.
Minutes, huh?
Although Olaf was alone in the office and knew there were no cameras, he took on a natural expression, as if he had just spoken to the board of directors. Being the ruthless CEO that he was, he couldn't afford even a moment of weakness.
