∇ıllı˚ ── This little run-in, it was a long time coming. Seven years had left the corporate president pent-up, unsatiated and obsessive. It was clear the moment he'd heard the news of the radio demon's return that all of the suspense was pushing him well over some invisible edge with anticipation, all of which had him feeling more than ready to deliver his most smug and over-confident greeting, if and when fate would allow. And it seemed that serendipitous moment was now.
He fixed his cuffs, smoothly slid his hands to re-adjust his coat lapels and then bow-tie, all the while wearing a grin and an accompanying eyebrow, arched high.
∇ıllı˚ ── "Well, well, well, guess it really was only a matter of time, wasn't it? Here you are back at my doorstep." A self-indulgent and somewhat foul intentioned laugh reverberated in his throat. Yes, he had entertained this scenario plenty of times over in his mind. Actually, several scenarios but who was counting. With the table's having finally turned and the former top charting broadcaster begging for his acknowledgement. The taste of triumph would be sweet. Succulent, personal triumph. Already the thought alone, tantalizing as it was, conjured him only grand illusions, "That big to-do you made walking away from my generous offer, all of the time that's passed, wasted, and all for what, where did it lead you? Oh, that's right—back to me!"