The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1110

The Vice President had a stern expression. “People who can't be on time tend to be hard to work with.” He turned to David, asking, “What do you think, President?”

David, on the other hand, was sitting calmly, not as fired up as the Vice President. He took a sip of his coffee. “Relax, it's not even ten yet.”

The Vice President smirked. “If they really cared, they’d be early.”

No need to act like we’re royalty, timing our entrance to the second, right?

Just then, the receptionist showed in a man who looked to be around fifty.

The man wasn’t tall, dressed in a shabby gray suit that had seen better days, much like a well-worn garment washed into paleness, making him look just like any ordinary countryside farmer.

He walked in right on the dot at ten.

The Vice President barely gave him a second glance before looking away, not bothering to show any interest.

David got up from his chair, smiling warmly. “You must be Paul?”

The man paused briefly, nodded politely. “Yes, I’m Paul.”

David gestured to a nearby chair. “Have a seat, let’s chat.”

“Alright.” Paul calmly pulled out a chair and placed his old bamboo pipe on the table.

The pipe, worn from years of use, had a story of its own.

An assistant poured Paul a cup of coffee and returned to David’s side.

Paul casually drummed his fingers on the table and took a leisurely sip of his coffee, not rushing to start a conversation. Even in front of David and the Vice President, who naturally exuded authority, he seemed utterly unfazed.

As if he were just chatting with two regular folks.

David noted his actions and nodded. “Alright, go ahead.”

The Vice President gave a slight nod, then hurried out of the meeting room, unable to linger a moment longer.

David shook his head slightly, looked at Paul, now done coughing, and whispered to his assistant, “Could you get some throat lozenges?”

The assistant got the hint, glanced at Paul, and nodded. “Right away.”

Once the assistant left, David personally refilled Paul’s coffee. “You know, smoking that much isn’t the best for you.”

Paul thanked him, seemingly unconcerned about the Vice President’s exit. After another sip of coffee to soothe his throat, he said, “It’s just a habit of mine.”

David chuckled. “By the way, where are you from? Your accent doesn’t sound local to the north.”