A pot of black tea was sitting over the small stove as it boiled. The warm winter sun shone down on them. Mag leaned comfortably in the wooden chair, and looked at Gloria with a smile as he asked, "Miss Gloria, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"It's like this. Because of my family, I am still a board member in the Chamber of Commerce, but just two days ago, my grandfather suddenly approached me and said that my uncle, Cyril, wanted to vote me out of the board in the year-end celebration a few days later, and he had already contacted most of the board members for that.
"Although I don't really care about being a board member, my grandfather said that if I couldn't hold onto my position with my own capabilities, I would be eliminated from the list of candidates. If I managed to keep my spot, the inheritance that he had divided out for me to run would become mine forever.
"Tell me, what should I do?" Gloria asked Mag helplessly.
