"Nope" getting up from the chair, he narrowed his eyes, "I'm not changing my mind over anything, am gonna marry Lorena or nobody"
"But–" before he could finish his statements, Justin has already left the conference room. Slamming his hands on the desk, Ryan took his phone out of his pocket and called a number.
"Dude what's up? It's taking too much time, why the delay?" he scowled.
"Relax man, I've already gotten some information about the stuff"
Taking a deep breath, Ryan sighed, "ahh, so what are we waiting for? Let's hit it"
"Huh? Have you gone crazy? We can't do it now, not until that day"
"Ugh God-damn, that's gonna take a little longer"
"Come on Ry, it's just few days remaining, okay? Meanwhile am still trying to get more legit details about the stuff, trust me"
"Fine, it's alright, but let's make this shit snappy before it gets too late"
"Yeah"
....
2:08pm
Ziegler Garment & Clothing
Bianca's office.
"Yes come in" Bianca answered the knock on the door with her eyes not leaving the file.
"Boss, someone is here to see you" an employee walked in and said.
"Someone is here to see me?"
"Yes boss"
"Is it my mom?"
Vigorously nodding her head, "no, boss, I think it's your grandma"
Frowning confusedly, bianca scratched her head and tried to think. She curled her lips upwards when she knew who it was. Turning towards the employee, "let her in"
"Yes boss" the employee lowered her head and left.
Just two minutes after the employee left, granny Mathilda walked in. She was a lot different from the ordinary days with her twenty layer make-up which made her look younger.
She was dressed in a pair of blue denim jeans, white sneakers, white purse, white polo t-shirt alongside with beautiful diamond earrings and necklace which made her face and neck more alluring. Her grey hair was left free.
Lifting her head from the documents, Bianca squealed and stood up to hug her. "Grandma"
Patting her back, "hello dear, how are you?"
Pulling away, "am fine grandma" walking her to the couch, bianca beamed. "Am so happy to see you grandma and how did you manage to transport from home to this place all alone?"
Sitting down on the couch, granny Mathilda chuckled. "My dear, how will I manage when am still strong and vibrant?"
Bursting into laughter, "that's a good one granny, but come to think of it, there's no one who wants to look old on time"
"Yes dear even me don't want to look old and that's why–" placing her hand at the side of her lips, granny Mathilda whispered. "I used twenty layer make-up" she winked.
Widening her eyes and mouth, "grandma, you use twenty layers of makeup?" She gasped.
Vigorously nodding her head, " uh huh, what do you expect from an old woman like me? I will be clocking 100 soon but I don't want to look like a one hundred year old woman, I want to still look young and fresh because this world is still sweet to me"