After the meeting, the city councilors and civic elites left with mixed feelings, unable to resist no matter the situation.
After all, Horn came to announce a decision to them, not to solicit their opinions.
What is there left to say for the defeated?
With the meeting over, Horn's schedule wasn't finished yet.
Before the meeting, Catherine had arranged with him to have a little private chat, a so-called "one-on-one meeting."
Following Catherine upstairs to the third floor, he pushed open the door filled with floral fragrance, revealing a two-room suite.
Noon sunlight streamed through the crystal glass windows onto the desk, and a breeze slipped through the cracks, making the papers weighted with ink bottles flutter continuously.
Catherine pulled over a chair, knocked for the maid to bring some tea and gracefully smiled at Horn, "Can you wait a little? I need to freshen up and change clothes."
