"You still have three hours to prepare everything, so do not make these three hours the last few hours of your life!"
After He Lan Chang spat out everything, his every syllable laced with resentment, he slammed down his phone. He did not give Chui Qian a chance to explain himself. Chui Qian put down his phone and a chill spread across his body like he was sitting inside an ice-box. The collective pressure over the past week had drained the color from his face and his movements were mechanical.
He sat there blankly, unsure of what to do. The sunlight filtered through the window blinded him until he felt light-headed and light of breathing. After a long contemplation under such a stressed environment, Chui Qian took a deep breath and called Xinghe. "Miss Xia, I am running out of time. If I do not announce my resignation from the presidency before twelve, He Lan Chang will have my life. Perhaps, this is where our cooperation ends."
