The Private Meeting

The next night, in the living room of the inner yard in the Presidential Palace. Callan was sitting on the sofa. The servant served him tea and said, "Sir, please have some tea." Callan slightly nodded and frowned. He couldn't figure out why he was specially summoned by the president. The Handerson Family was a special existence in the capital, and he had met Zander many times on some important occasions, but today's meeting seemed a little special because no other business people were here except him. Moreover, he was not in the front yard, but the inner residence where the president lived. While he was thinking, there were footsteps on the floor. Callan stood up and thought that Zander was coming. "Mr. President." Callan put one arm in front of him and bent slightly, making a respectful but not humble salute. Zande looked at Callan from head to toe. Different from usual, he now sized Callan up as his future son-in-law. Callan was definitely the most excellent man in the capital. If h