"Sir…?"
I looked up from my laptop to see a nervous Vera, on the door. One of her ears - as red as cherry.
"Yes?" I asked in a voice that toned just how irritated I was.
"Erm… permit me to quote as it was relayed"
This wasn't her first time coming to tell me that everyone had gathered for the board meeting and my presence was needed as chairman.
"And who is it from?"
"Your father, Sir."
If it was Edward Wellington, then I
really have to get going, but first I had to hear the message.
"Well, go on then. Spit it out already"
Taking a deep breath, she said, "Tell him that if I have to entertain one more dry joke from Lord Day on account of waiting for him, then he should be ready to make up for it. And it will be costly"
Of course, those were his words. My father may put up that look of kindness and compassion for the cameras, but in reality he was nothing short of strict.
