James had also set up a VIP meeting room on the second floor, decorated luxuriously and fully stocked with high-end red wine, cigars, fruit, and snacks.
Dejoka was arranged to wait in the VIP room, looking a bit nervous. He sat on the sofa with his whole body tense and anxiously inspected the surroundings, not daring to touch anything.
As an ordinary civilian, he had once looked up to James, considering him an idol. James was a figure that Dejoka thought he could never aspire to be, a person from a completely different world.
But now, Dejoka sat in the VIP room, waiting to meet James face-to-face for business discussions.
Everything felt like a dream; Dejoka sometimes couldn't believe it was real.
In a daze, Dejoka heard footsteps outside the door. He quickly stood up to greet the visitor, adjusting his suit hesitantly. It was a suit he bought specifically for this meeting, costing more than fifteen hundred francs.
