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He nodded.
Even though he’d been here before, I still had to meet him here. It was the specifics of the meeting.
The elevator was awkwardly silent as we ascended.
This meeting with Mr. Charles, the new investor, was an update on the status of the biomedical project.
Soon, we stopped on the seventh floor and continued till we got to the conference room.
As we entered, I couldn’t help the images that flashed through my mind.
From the encounter with the Chief Military Officer, the numerous meetings, and the night I lost my virginity.
Perhaps this was where it all started. The beginning of my trouble.
“Please, have a seat. Mr. Thorne will join you shortly.”
He nodded and took a seat on one of the chairs.
It didn’t take long for Ethan to appear in all of his suited glory from the doorway.
“Good morning, Mr. Charles. It's good to see you again.”
Ethan stretched his hand for a handshake when he reached him. Mr. Charles accepted.
“Likewise, Mr. Thorne. I must say, I've been thinking a lot about our last meeting and the potential of the SurgiTech 9000.”
The SurgiTech 9000 is a robot that allows surgeons to make precise adjustments during surgery through real-time data.
“I'm glad to hear that.” Ethan cleared his throat.
“We've made significant progress since our last discussion, both in terms of technological advancements and market research.”
“Good. I’d like to hear more about any updates and how we can move forward with our partnership.”
“We’ve been working on making the morphology easily adaptable to future adjustment. Once that is done, we can forge ahead with clinical trials.”
“Indeed, Mr. Thorne. Your company's reputation precedes itself.”
I jotted down other important details on the iPad.
The conversation was seamless, and the meeting was fruitful.
Mr. Charles agreed to invest in the clinical trials. The investment was beyond funds for Thorne industries.
In fact, it was nothing about funds and everything about expertise and industry connection.
Mr. Charles, being a grounded person in healthcare facilities, could pave a smooth way in navigating complex regulatory landscapes.
The meeting ended.
After Mr. Charles left, Ethan followed.
There was no I want the minutes on my table. No order, no comment. Just a monotonous expression and hard gaze.
It was best this way.
I waited behind a little. Being trapped in the elevator with this reeking tension wasn't something I was ready for.
