Sir Bronton, as his workers called him was annoyed. He had been waiting for the real estates agent for one hour now. Where was she? He had other things to do, he had already missed his appointment with another investigation. He needed to close the diner's deal and go back home. Why did people not like keeping time?
"Sir Bronton, someone is here to see you." His secret peeped through the glass door.
"Send them in. And call the agent and cancel the appointment, seems like she was not serious with selling the diner." Me. Bronton said.
"Okay sir." The secretary helped push Old Prisley's wheelchair inside the office.
Sir Bronton adjusted his tie for the nth time. He hated ties, hated being confident to small spaces like this office. He was barely in this office because of it size. His grandfather,who had owned it before letting him use it loved it. Senior Bronton had given him the office when he started being sick. He had Delgado all the duties to him except the company's papers. These, as he had said, would be handed over to Bronton only when he got married. It was a wedding gift, Senior Bronton had said to him one evening when he had gone to visit him at the hospital.
"But I am not ready to get married, I am too busy for a wife." Bronton had complained.
"You need to find someone as soon as possible. The doctors said I do not have a lot of time left. The cancer has spread all over my chest." Senior Bronton said. He knew Bronton had been coveting the company for a long time despite hating the small office. He wanted to give it to him and not his philandering embezzler son Bronton's father. Tuey never saw eye to eye ever since his wife had died. She had been the only factor that barely glued them together.
They always had brunch every Sunday only because they valued and respected her. If any of them so much as complained, they got a serious tongue lash from her, the matriarch. Now that she was gone, Bronton's father and grandfather never pretended to be cordial with each other. In fact they almost fought at her funeral.
"Okay. I will get married, if it will make you happy." Bronton had said grudgingly.
"Two months grandson. Two months. I will stay on this oxygen machine for two months just to see your bride." Senior Bronton had said.