At Wallace Enterprises, the atmosphere was unusually quiet as the day wound down.
Anderson leaned back in his leather chair, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone, waiting. The call finally came.
Eleanor's name flashed on the screen, and he answered immediately, his voice smooth but expectant.
"Eleanor," he said, masking his impatience with a feigned calm.
"Anderson," Eleanor's voice came through, her tone slightly down.
"I just spoke to my dad. He said he's still negotiating with someone who can secure Ethan Grayson's cooperation. He assured me we'll get a positive response before our engagement."
"That's good to hear...I trust your father's judgment." Anderson's lips curled into a satisfied smirk, though he kept his tone measured.
Eleanor hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I know this deal means a lot to you. I'll make sure it happens."