THE familiar conference room greeted Akiku after she pushed the glass door open.
Jun was standing by the glass window that oversee the busy street of the city. The head and tail lights can blind a man from the top.
It was nine in the evening on a Friday night. People wade through the heavy traffic, either to where the party is or to be a couch potato to start on a weekend full of rest.
Akiku received a message from Jun that they will be having a meeting with the shareholders of the company. That was yesterday. Just a day after Steven Chen was sent to his final resting place.
“Am I late?”
She and Jun turned to the door when they heard Solana enter.
“You’re just right on time.” He responded.
Jun walked away from the glass window. He approached Solana and shook her hand.
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