The clock on the wall was almost pointing to midnight at 2:00 AM when the phone in the office finally rang.
The occasional humming instantly stopped.
Osborne had already set the ball on the 10-foot long indoor golf green, preparing to swing his putter when he abruptly stopped.
This movement almost strained the president's old back.
"Oooh."
Uncle Osborne held his back with one hand and turned to look at the black, ringing landline phone on the desk.
It was an internal line from Scholastic Corporation.
These days, only government agencies and large enterprises still use such fixed phones to link various functional departments together.
Osborne had been waiting for this internal company report.
The headquarters building was still lit up at midnight tonight.
Besides his presidential office, the entire floor of the marketing department below was also illuminated.
