"President Fairchild, you came to find me so late? Is something important going on?" Keith Coleman couldn't help but ask.
Keith Coleman had just booked a private room and was ready to party, but then Evan Fairchild crashed the scene. All his friends had scattered, and he hadn't even managed to hit on the cute girl he'd just spotted!
This was supposed to be a fun, relaxing place, but with Evan Fairchild here, it instantly felt like a boardroom.
Evan Fairchild sat up straight, shifting into a more comfortable position, his brow slightly furrowed the whole time.
Apparently, this matter was extremely important—so important that the great President Fairchild himself seemed a little indecisive.
Keith Coleman straightened his own clothes and waited with great solemnity for Evan Fairchild to speak.
Evan Fairchild's lips moved, but no sound came out.
Keith Coleman remained tense, not daring to even breathe too loudly.
'What kind of major crisis is this? The atmosphere is so tense!'
