The shit hit the fan …

… and I’m not sure there is time to duck.
The Korean "bosses" are visiting right now in Francesco’s company and the only one who really shouldn’t have anything to say is making a real mess. Francesco came home already talking on the mobile and stopped doing so only for a few minutes to fill me in on the matter. The Koreans are trying to split the German team apart, all the better to handle and push them in the desired direction. They try to do single talks with everyone, and while the guys were able to avoid that pretty much during the day, they kind of cornered the secretary and "asked her out" to dinner tonight. She was kind of panicking, not wanting to be left alone with three or four Koreans, so Francesco did his version of "friends, Romans, countrymen" and persuaded his colleagues to just "show up" tonight at the restaurant. I kind of liked watching him pacing around the living room like a tiger in a cage, talking on the phone, asking for assistance and demanding support. He’s sexy when he does that. ;-)
All I can do now is to wait for him to come home and tell me how the talk went. And boy, am I curious!