*Bael's POV*
The office is quiet at this hour.
Saturday evening, most of the building empty except for security and the occasional cleaning staff. Bael prefers working weekends when he can focus without interruptions, without people knocking on his door every twenty minutes with problems they should be solving themselves.
He reviews the acquisition proposal in front of him, pen moving across the margins to mark sections that need revision before Monday's board meeting.
His phone buzzes.
Liang Feng: *Young Master arrived at the venue. No issues.*
Bael glances at the time.
6:47 PM.
The gala.
He'd told Runze to get a car for it the previous week, made sure he had appropriate security, ensured everything was arranged. Spouse networking events are part of the role, and Runze needs to establish his position in those circles properly.
