After another hour of waiting, August leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh.
The initial excitement he felt had soured, replaced by an increasing sense of regret. He drummed his fingers on the table, glancing at his watch.
'Should have gone through with the sale to the other buyer,' he thought.
Finally, he pushed his chair back and stood up, ready to leave. Just as he turned toward the door, his phone buzzed in his pocket. An unknown number flashed across the screen.
Curious and a little wary, August answered, "Hello?"
A warm, professional voice greeted him. "Hello, is this Aleman? I'm Mr. Floozk's personal assistant. My name is Celia."
August raised an eyebrow, taking a few cautious steps back to his table. "Yes, this is Aleman… What's going on?"