The Larson Corporation's conference room.
Joseph Larson sat at the head of the table and glanced at the clock. "Quince, what's going on? Half an hour has already passed. Just tell me if you have something you want to say."
His grandson had invited him here, saying that something major had happened in the family. It was so serious that it couldn't be written in the books. However, he had been here for more than half an hour, but Quince Larson had yet to say anything.
The Old Master was starting to get a little impatient.
"Grandpa, the person Brother is talking about isn't here yet. Just wait patiently." Eleanor Larson looked out of the door and realized that Yvette Larson hadn't arrived.
As such, Joseph Larson cut in. "I'll give you another five minutes. If you don't say it, I'm going back."
He slammed his watch on the table. The wait had made him uncomfortable.
