4:30 A.M.
Leh Ying had only caught up on two hours of sleep before she woke up to find the other side of the pillow empty, without a clue as to where he had gone again, her throat feeling dry.
Fighting off drowsiness, she patiently got up to look for a fruit drink to quench her thirst. As she passed by the study in a haze, the door was ajar, and the proceedings of a meeting could be heard inside, all in American accents, along with several deep coughs.
Has his cough not gotten better yet?
Leh Ying turned around to go downstairs for cough medicine. When she returned, the meeting was still ongoing.
She probably shouldn't interrupt, so she stopped in her tracks.
Gently leaning forward to peek inside.
The man sat in front of the desk in a loose-fitting bathrobe, attending the meeting, battling jet lag from Seattle, in Eight. Mining Group's weekly all-shareholder meeting.
