章 61: Paradox

Olaf Meiden hung up the phone and, mastering his anger, looked at the man standing in front of his desk. Dressed in a dark, well-tailored suit, the thirty-year-old looked excellent. His physique clearly indicated that he had a career in sports. It's a shame it ended so early, Olaf acknowledged, looking into the man's dark eyes. A few years ago, he promised to be a great biathlete.

But the loss for the sports world was a gain for Olaf Meiden.

"So he has made a move again," he said.

"Yes, Mr. CEO," Andersen replied without emotion. "He seemed quite... sincere."