Jesse Rowan was eating the meal that had just been delivered while talking on the phone: "Got it, send it to my email."
"Mr. Rowan, can you spare half an hour for a video conference?"
"Do you even know what time it is right now?" Jesse Rowan was about to lose it.
"Almost... it's ten-thirty." Liamly Finley shrugged helplessly; he couldn't be blamed for this as he didn't want to be working this late either. "Mr. Rowan, just hang in there for a few more days, once the Cheney Family's issues are settled, it'll be all good."
"I'm not free tonight."
"Oh, never mind then. Should I attend the meeting myself?"
"Alright, go ahead, attend it yourself. Call me if there's any problem."
Liamly Finley was feeling increasingly helpless, but having worked under this young master for a few years, he was familiar with his nature. He excelled in eating, drinking, and playing, but he didn't like being constrained, especially when it came to work.
