The week was drawing to a close, and still, no solution presented itself. A knot of anxiety tightened in my chest as I considered the fate of the business. Eomma and Appa’s disappointment weighed heavily on me. I slammed my forehead against the cool surface of my desk, a wave of frustration washing over me.
What was I going to do? The question echoed in my mind. Just then, my phone vibrated against the desk. I reached for it, glancing at the caller ID before answering.
“Darling,” Eomma’s voice was crisp and urgent, “meet Appa and me at the Grand Meridian for dinner tonight at seven. Dress formal. We’ve secured a potential investor, and it seems they may have a solution to save the company.”
A flicker of hope ignited within me. “Okay, Eomma. Let’s hope this works,” I replied, already bracing myself for the evening ahead. I hung up the phone, a knot of anticipation forming in my stomach.
A glance at my watch revealed the time: 4:45 pm. I rose from my chair, gathering my belongings, and headed towards the door.
“Cancel all meetings for today,” I instructed my secretary, handing her a set of keys. “Tell everyone to take the rest of the day off. I want you to lock up the building afterward. Deliver the keys to the guards at my house later tonight.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied with a nod, accepting the keys without hesitation. I turned and headed out, already envisioning the evening ahead and the weight of expectation that rested upon it. I needed to prepare, to present a composed front for whatever awaited me at the Grand Meridian.