As the conversations died down, waiters finally began serving food onto the table. They didn't need to be asked. They knew that once everyone was seated, their service would start.
The first course arrived quickly. It's a wild mushroom soup. It was served in a porcelain bowl, still steaming and fragrant. A basket of warm bread followed soon after.
Gray picked up his spoon with relief.
'Finally…'
The moment the savory flavor touched his tongue, he realized just how hungry he had been. His body eased slightly. He wanted to just slurp the soup, but in front of the people, he couldn't do so.
"So, Mr. Adams," one popular reporter across the table spoke lightly, "Now that the signing is official, what are your next plans? Can the public expect construction to begin soon?"
It didn't help that people still tried to talk to him as they ate.
'Damn… won't I have a moment of peace here?"
Despite his thoughts, Gray set his spoon down gently. His lips curved into a polite smile.
