Unlike the solemn atmosphere in the ministry's meeting room, a fit of hysterical rage was playing out in a top-floor suite of the Beijing International Hotel at the other end of Changan Street.
Howard Kennedy paced back and forth restlessly across the carpet. The pure wool Persian rug beneath his feet was worth a fortune, yet he was grinding deep creases into it with every stride. The investigative report clutched in his hand was now crumpled out of shape, its edges even torn by his fingernails.
The Asia President of the Wells Group from M Country had completely lost his usual composure and elegance from the commercial negotiation table. His well-groomed face was now clouded with gloom, his meticulously combed blonde hair stuck in a messy tangle to his forehead, and his expensive, custom-made suit looked somewhat disheveled from his violent movements.
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