The air in the Hua Mei Biomedical conference room felt thick with tension. I glanced at my watch for the tenth time in five minutes. We had been sitting here for over an hour, waiting for the Chen family to grace us with their presence.
Evelyn sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, her fingers drumming silently against its surface. The other company executives shifted uncomfortably in their seats, checking their phones and exchanging worried glances.
"Perhaps we should reschedule," suggested Director Wang, an older man whose patience was clearly wearing thin.
"No," Evelyn said firmly. "We need their secret recipe. Without it, we can't compete with Sebastian's new formula."
I suppressed a sigh. The Chen family held the key to an ancient skincare formula that could revolutionize our product line. But their arrogance was legendary. Making potential business partners wait was their way of establishing dominance.
