Chapter Seven
"Should I go prepare the jet in a bit?"
Nathan Morgan bombarded him with a series of questions, then tentatively asked, "Or… should we book a flight ticket?"
The big BOSS could give a response, couldn't he?
He was deeply experiencing what it meant when they say the emperor isn't in a hurry, but the eunuch is.
Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey, that description wasn't quite right; he had no desire to be a eunuch.
Nathan Morgan looked at Ryan Gregory in the back seat and noted that there was no emotional fluctuation on his face whatsoever.
Was he truly calm or just feigning composure?
After a long while, Ryan Gregory finally spoke up, "What time is tomorrow's meeting?"
"At 9 in the morning. We can have the vice president host it. Anyway, it's…"
"No need, I'll go myself."
"..."What did that mean?
Did he mean he wasn't going to New York?
"Then the flight ticket…"
"No need to book it," he said indifferently, continuing to look through the document in his hand.
