I managed to come up with a decent excuse for myself.
Then, after we hung up, I looked at my hands.
They were trembling.
My heart felt heavy too, as if it was being weighed down by something.
I thought about the conversation I just had with Nikolai.
It sounded as if Bruce had already made all the arrangements.
And from my understanding of Bruce, he was a perfectionist in his planning. He might plan something in advance, but he would never delay anything.
Perhaps he had already planned everything out a day ago.
But he didn't say anything about it, and Cindy didn't mention anything either.
Hence, there was only one possibility—they didn't want me to be involved.
At that thought, disappointment washed over me.
But I forced myself to cheer up for the sake of the project's future.
To me, that was my right. I certainly could not give it up to someone else.
So, I drove toward Roeval Group.
Bruce didn't seem too surprised to find out that I had come by. He spoke coldly over the phone and asked, "What brings you here, Ms. Fisher? Is there anything important?"
I could hear the apprehension in his voice. Then, in a patient tone, I suggested, "Let's talk face-to-face. I'm already on the ground floor of Roeval."
Ten minutes later, a receptionist escorted me to the president's office.
I pushed the door open and entered.
Bruce was sitting at his office desk, approving some documents.
He was wearing a pair of silver-framed glasses, looking serious and focused.
Upon sensing that someone had entered his office, he said without looking up, "Postpone the board meeting to next Monday. I have other plans for tomorrow."
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