Dinner at the Tan's
The clinking of cutlery filled the air as we ate in relative silence. This was the first time in a while that Ava had agreed to come have dinner at the family penthouse in New York city.
My father's demeanor was cold and reserved, and so was my mother's. Ava herself didn't even want to be here. Ever since she and I got married, my parents have always been disapproving of our relationship, probably even worse than they were with Olivia.
Michael took a sip of his drink and then spoke. "Tan corps is at an all-time low, what are you doing to fix that Aiden?"
It was true that the company was experiencing some problems, we've been failing to get big construction deals and it's been making us run at a loss.
What's worse is that all this began happening shortly after my father handed over the company to me, making me the CEO.
