Giorgi and Eka had already been sitting in the founder’s office for more than fifteen minutes, waiting as potential clients.
Giorgi was flipping through his notebook, while Eka observed the objects laid out on the table in front of her. Five watches were arranged in a perfectly straight line, ticking in synchrony.
Before they entered, the assistant had politely warned them that they only had fifteen minutes. Mr. Irakli was very busy. So busy, in fact, that he still hadn’t shown up.
The assistant awkwardly peeked in and offered them more coffee. Both declined politely.