It's now 3.30 pm. This time tomorrow our meeting will have finalised. I feel better about it already.
By the way, the hotel I'm staying in, the Hotel Windsor, is strongly imprinted by history. I would even say haunted. On my floor walking to my room there was a man in a black suit and top hat walking toward me on my right side looking smart in an evening jacket as though he were on his way to dinner. He had brown hair with a mustache and beard. Just as quickly as I saw him, he was gone. I didn't have the guts to ask the concierge if the hotel was haunted but it was so old, I'm sure it probably had more then one ghost wandering around.
The front view of my hotel: