The Game You Play

(THIRD POV)

"Sir, I have confirmed again with his PA and she has given me the same reply, Mr. McKnight rescheduled the meeting." 

"When?"

"A week from now." 

Carlos looked at the papers in front of him and asked his assistant to leave. He crumbled the paper on the desk and cussed, "I can't believe this. This is the third time now and what am I to do? Be the best puppy and just wait?"

Carlos assembled the papers and placed them in a drawer. He hated the fact that he had to stay up all night to prepare and then forget the files home, had to pick them up, prepared, and now this. Postponed meeting? 

"What games are you playing, Noah?" Carlos asked himself. 

He took out the stress ball from his jacket and squeezed it as he counted and by the time he was at one hundred he felt relaxed. He checked his phone and was surprised that his best friend has not replied yet.