Summer Lowell looked determined: "We can't let Maxim Sinclair get this bid. We have to rely on the Four Seasons project to break into the domestic market as soon as possible. If we miss this opportunity... it'll be much harder to do so in the future."
"Absolutely," Noah sighed, "If he snatches this bid, I might have to go back to headquarters and personally explain to those shareholders."
"President Norris, if the bid is lost, the most at risk isn't you, it's me. I don't want to lose this job." Summer's face cleared of its earlier gloom, "But don't worry, I have great confidence in the Four Seasons project. As long as nothing is set in stone, anything is possible."
After speaking, Summer raised her coffee cup and clinked it against Noah's, then smiled cheerfully: "Here's to our success in advance."
