"Are you leaving already?" a question in the back made Denver stop. He turned and saw Arthur Pitcher.
"Why are you here?" Christian asked the man. The founder of the publishing house was standing in the corridor, leaning against the wall, instead of being in the hall and congratulating his grandson on the excellent delivery of the project. His grandson and future daughter-in-law...
"I am already old for such noisy meetings. Business is over, so I can go home. But why are you in such a hurry, Christian? Or maybe you are running from something?"
Denver could hardly contain himself not to frown. This old man was always very perspicacious.
Pitcher pushed off the wall, walked over to the man, and patted him on the shoulder encouragingly. "Everything will be fine, my boy. I'm proud of you. I am confident that Pharaoh will remain in good hands. And I am glad that you allowed yourself to show weakness and at least once listen to your heart, and not your mind."
