Meanwhile, Ivan Gray's unease grew increasingly intense.
He couldn't even decide if he wanted Timothy York's meeting to end soon or if he hoped it would never end at all.
Just as he was lost in thought, the door to Timothy York's office finally opened, and the department managers who had been in the meeting with him filed out one by one.
Only then did Ivan Gray steel himself, stand up, and walk in. He saw Timothy York still sitting behind his desk reviewing documents and said in a low voice, "Mr. York is in the conference room. He's been waiting for two hours."
"Is that so?" Timothy York simply replied. "He certainly has a lot of time on his hands."
Ivan Gray couldn't help but add, "Judging by his attitude, he's not leaving today until he sees you."
"I have a long-distance call to make. If he still has the energy to wait, then let him wait."
Ivan Gray pressed his lips together, but in the end, he said nothing more. He just turned, walked out, and returned to his workstation.
