"Are you going to tell me what was those papers about?" Benjamin couldn't hold it in anymore and almost yelled at his father. "And what's with your happy expressions?"
"I told you earlier that it's going to be a good day, didn't I?" James smiled as he walked towards the small bar which was situated in one corner of his office.
He picked up a scotch bottle and poured some in two glasses. He picked them up and walked back to where his son was sitting.
"Adam Levinson wants to collaborate with us. Those papers I just signed, was actually a contract." James added as he passed one of the glasses to his son, a wide grin resting of his face.
"WHAT?" Benjamin was shocked to his core hearing what his father had said.
"Yes, my son. That was a contract, and it's signed now." James replied, taking a sip of his scotch.
"And what was the contract about?" Benjamin asked his father.
