Washington D.C., the Jefferson Hotel.
Leo sat at a round table by the window.
He had arrived ten minutes early.
The bombshell news from Ethan about the natural gas exports had completely upended his plans on Capitol Hill.
Leo mulled over the Energy Association's intentions. He was prepared to lay his cards on the table and give Sterling no room for ambiguity.
Fifteen minutes later, Sterling walked into the restaurant.
He walked straight to Leo, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"Five minutes late. Washington traffic is always this terrible." Sterling called over a waiter and ordered a club soda.
Leo's gaze was sharp and piercing.
He had no intention of exchanging pleasantries.
"Sterling, what's this about the strategic agreement in Houston?"
Leo cut straight to the chase.
"You went behind my back and sold Pennsylvania's natural gas to Europe and Asia. You've slammed the brakes on the Computing Power Special Zone project."
