Chapter 348 - 340. Night Visit
[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.
These days, though...these days he loathed those lights. They reminded him of a pair of black eyes with a glint of stars--and their absence. They wrenched at his gut, piercing his heart day to day, eroding his mental stability.
Tonight, in particular, felt so hard.
He was grateful, however, that no one bothered him much today. Perhaps Zein and Bassena did something about it, not allowing anyone to hound him for unnecessary things.
Good. He truly had too much on his plate already.
The darkness around the estate of his mansion felt comforting in that regard. It let his mind rest for a little bit, pondering about whether or not he should talk to a psychologist. Zein was right; he smoked too much golden needle these days.