"What's the hold-up with signing the agreement? Wasn't everything supposed to be finalized today?" Dora asked, her voice sharp with impatience as her eyes narrowed at the minister, who sat across from her, his face creased with frustration.
The minister sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "They refused," he muttered, as if still in disbelief. "We were all there, prepared to sign, and their minister flat-out rejected it at the last minute. Said they were getting a more lucrative offer from another party."
Dora's eyebrow arched sharply, her tone now cutting as she leaned forward. "Did they conveniently forget that this agreement is part of the tripartite deal between Estania, Petrovia, and the William Sterling Foundation? Or do they think they can just walk away from an international commitment because someone else is waving a fatter check in front of them. Or do they think because Cai has started the work already, he won't care?"
