Dawn broke through the night, and the first ray of morning light fell upon the snow-white peaks of the Rocky Mountains. By the time the sky had fully brightened,
Calgary welcomed another new day.
The sky was spotless, its flawless blue stretching endlessly like the sea. The temperature at the end of early January was chilly, but it was precisely that cold air filling the lungs
that made the morning sunlight seem even brighter and more brilliant.
Snow lay along the roadsides, traffic began to move, and birdsong came from the treetops,
starting a new day for countless people as they stepped outside and looked up at the beautiful sunlight.
But at this moment, inside the Essenkefmei branch building,
tension filled the President's Office.
"Has the Executive Officer returned!?"
The moment he saw the secretary enter, Andre, who had been sitting on the sofa, sprang to his feet and asked anxiously. Then, after receiving the secretary's head shake in reply,
he sat back down with a grave expression.
He looked as imposing and composed as usual, but the anxiety in his heart was already impossible to conceal.
And the reason for it
was still the aftermath of last night's event.
When the venue had suddenly fallen into darkness, he had, like everyone else, received instructions amid his confusion and alarm.
After stabilizing the situation, British Petroleum, Dolda Company, and Huang Ke Group had actually approached him together and expressed their willingness to maintain their cooperation.
The three European energy giants most indispensable to the agreement's signing—the targets he had not known how to win back one by one—
had all come to him of their own accord!
He did not believe such good fortune existed in business, so he could only assume that the Executive Officer had done something again.