Grant nodded, apologetic. "That's the message, sir. Mr. Sinclair said the porridge needs to actually satisfy him otherwise there's no meeting."
Chloe looked equally stunned. Then, recovering fast, she flashed her signature smile. "Grant, is there any flexibility here? This deal's already been stalled for weeks. Could we at least get face time with Mr. Sinclair first, and figure out the porridge situation after?"
"Ms. Bennett, I don't think there's any ambiguity in what he said."
Chloe forced an apologetic smile, not wanting to push her luck with Grant any further.
The two of them made their way to the lobby. Halfway there, an idea sparked behind Chloe's eyes. She slipped her arm through Ethan's, voice low. "Ethan didn't Julian say Naomi's fish porridge was the best he's ever had? What
