Strategic Moves

Kai sat behind his large desk, his jaw clenched tightly as he glared at the email displayed on his computer screen. His office, sleek and modern with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline, felt suffocating in that moment. The soft hum of the air conditioning did little to cool his growing frustration.

"Mr. Robinson," his secretary's voice crackled through the intercom, "I've just received confirmation—Evander Walton won't be available this week. His schedule is fully booked."

Kai's hand curled into a fist, slamming down on the desk with a heavy thud. "Are you kidding me?" he barked, causing the glass of water nearby to tremble.

"N-No, sir. I—"

"I don't care how you do it, get me a meeting. I want it done. He should be grateful someone like me is even considering this deal."

"Yes, sir. I'll keep trying."