"Mr. Jones, Miss Fefferman is right here."
As he spoke, he helped push the door open for him.
In the private room, four or five middle-aged men were sitting and chatting enthusiastically. Everyone seemed very happy, apparently not expecting Adam Jones to come.
Seeing him being brought in by the restaurant manager, their faces were filled with surprise.
"President Jones, why are you here?"
The people in the private room were all old acquaintances in the business world, and Adam Jones knew every one of them present.
They were well-known both in the marketplace and in more leisurely venues.
Adam Jones glanced at them and said in a deep voice, "Where's Johnson Fefferman?"
"Miss Fefferman? She's in the restroom, President Jones you..."
Adam ignored them and walked directly to the restroom, knocking on the door, "Johnson Fefferman? Open the door, I'm here."
