Finding it interesting, I once again place the cup back on the saucer, stand up from the couch and turn my head back until the scene happening at the door wholly enters my vision——Two bodyguards hold the timber doors whilst there enters a tall old man in grey hair and a pair of purple eyes.
"Mr Chairman." respectfully, everyone in the suite greets him, except for me.
Averell Shipwright Industry's chairman of the board, Master Galliot of the Averell Family, my dearest father.
Finding the suite is filled with people, he gives his surroundings a quick sweep of glance. Among all the people around me, his glare hovers on me for a few seconds longer.
Without a change in his expression, he walks to the middle of the suite and gives his command, "Mr Hanson and his men from Pherigot Cruise Tourism are here. I want all of you to be at the shipyard on time. Prime yourselves, be there on time with the right contract. You are only allowed to succeed."
"Yes, Mr Chairman."
