Yan's POV:
The next morning, I asked some workers to send breakfast to my suite at 8 a.m. before I left for work. I have been lacking a lot and also cancelled quite a lot of meetings.
Just like now, instead of having my 7am meeting with the Chinese investors, I was having a meeting with my nemesis.
"Did he arrive?" I asked Keren, who checked her watch, "He should be here at exactly 7:30; he knows what's at risk if he doesn't come." She answered, and I nodded.
I had sent her a message at midnight asking her to arrange a meeting with Coyle and me at 7:30 am, and it was obligatory.
"When he arrives, don't serve him coffee or water," I warned before hand, and she nodded.
"Take away that chair," I pointed at the chair opposite me meant for guests; he wasn't coming here to be comfortable in my office.
I took out my suit jacket and loosed my tie. "Turn off the AC as well," I added, and Keren chuckled. This caused me to frown.
