George wondered that day whether or not the grin on his face would become permanent. His cheeks were now slightly stinging, but that sensation was not strong enough to take the grin away.
"Ha…hahaha!" He laughed once more.
He was sitting behind his desk in his office at Robinson Holding and not in Evans-soft for a change, the Robinsons' main line of work was to gain shares in other companies which they later on possess and control, and the strings of the family business were still mainly in Robert's hand whose son just wouldn't let him retire, but many affairs needed George's signature on them as well, and though he had tons of things he had postponed and needed to urgently give his attention to, the words on his screen meant absolutely nothing to him.
