[The invitation for the shareholder meeting will be sent the day after tomorrow] Darleon reported. [The executives are still on the fence about this meeting, but we pulled through]
"You should," Radia said dryly, the harshness slipping into his tone unintentionally. "We're not a charity foundation."
[...I know] the old man held himself back with a sigh. [The meeting will be on the third. We'll push for another candidate for the Guildmaster position]
"As we agreed, we'll be the one to decide on that."
[...yes, well]
The call ended and Radia leaned back on the car seat, staring at the street light. Those lights usually delighted him, a sign of the city being alive, which meant safety, and a booming economy. A perfect combination for a merchant and an esper.