"Regis will pick you up at 2 pm from the office tomorrow,” Kyle informed Nikita.
They’d been sitting in his office going over the documents regarding their visit to Kuala Lumpur. Apparently, there was a chemist who’d claimed to have developed biodegradable packaging for the products produced by Rising Phoenix Inc., Kyle’s company.
Tiriedly, Nikita leaned back in her chair, putting down the paper in front of her. The formulas were swimming in front of her and her eyesight had began to blur after hours of her staring at them.
“We’re going to need to bring a sample back for testing at our own lab,” Nikita asserted, her feet aching in the heels she wore.
Kyle gave an abrupt shake of his head.
“He won’t agree to that. We have to buy the patent for his formula before being allowed to bring
