Song Recommendation: My Arena by Sia
Studying the men's face, Delia comfirmed them to be younger than her father.
"Edward!" The man with a brown hair, seemimg to be the oldest. Early thirty-ish, smiled. From his tag, it read the Managing Director. Delia grimaced in disgust.
"How was your trip!?" He asked with a bright smile as Delia and her father padded forward. Edward huffed, "Don't shout my name like we're brothers, Godfield".
Delia's nose nearly popped off her face. 'Godfield!? Is that he's actually name? Oh my!'
They finally reached the concrete slab the three white men stood on. The man with a black hair—Head Of Staffs—stepped forward.
"Ah Edward, still as curt as always", he chuckled.
"Good morning to you too, Webston".
'Which one be Webston again? Kai! These people get names oo', she held in the urge to laugh.
