Baili shakily took out a tissue and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was caught between a rock and a hard place; after all, he couldn't afford to offend either side.
But he knew Connor Vance was right about one thing: if he offended him, his life in Aethelgard would be hell.
The Morgan Group's branch had once done him a great favor, but for the sake of his entire company's interests, he couldn't afford to consider that anymore. He had no choice but to pick up his phone.
"Hello! Pull our crew back from the site in the northern district."
"Don't ask any more questions. I have my own plans."
The foreman of the crew working on-site was put in a difficult spot when he received the call.
The renovation was only half-finished, a point where they couldn't just stop. But he had a pretty good idea of the reason behind the order.
"I'm sorry, President Morgan. Our boss said we can't continue with this job for now. Please understand."
