Chapter 97. Buy the Airport

Roman's POV

"Good day, President Giovanni." My staff greeted in unison, as I walked into the conference room. 

I just nodded and took my seat at the head of the table, before they also did. 

"I heard you have something important to tell me. What is it?" I asked, flipping through the pages of the business proposal on the table. 

"Uhm, well sir." One of them, a short, stubby, middle-aged man began. 

I raised an irritated brow, as I watched him exchange glances with his colleagues. 

"I don't have the whole day. What is going on? Why are you exchanging glances with them like a trapped rat?" I asked, doing my best to suppress the ire boiling within me. 

Nowadays, I easily got irritated. 

And as much as I'd like to claim that it wasn't because of the unresolved issues between Sofie and I, deep down I knew it was. 

The last time I spoke to her was five days ago, when we met at the restaurant, and