Lucien massaged his tired eyes, easing into his chair with a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had identified the issue before it could spiral out of control. As he gazed at the meticulously revised proposal, a deep sigh escaped him. The magnitude of recalculations he had undertaken was truly staggering.
As he closed his eyes, the ringing of his phone broke the silence. He wanted to ignore it but couldn't. With a sigh, he checked the number and answered the call,"Lucien Frost."
"Mr Frost. The cake and champagne you'd ordered for tonight are ready. Where would you like them delivered?"
"Cancel the order." Lucien answered coldly.
The person on the other end paused before carefully reminding the man," Sir, the order is prepaid and non-refundable...It's a beautiful arrangement, and we wouldn't want it to go to waste..."
Lucien, unfazed, responded tersely, "Dispose of it. It's of no use now."
