The Perfect Opportunity
I hate staying back late, and so far, it was every night this week. My father had many minions to do this sort of grunt work. Work, calling it work at all, was laughable. At best, it was busywork. Digitizing old files, ordering stationery, small things. Things impeded the productivity of his staff. Now they had to go through me if they needed so much as a pencil. My duties were an odd mix of roles, cobbled together to give me something to do. However, my most significant duty was playing assistant to the manager in charge of courting the Ito's. The meetings were boring, though we landed the investment. So, hand in hand with Ito himself, Suklaa is expanding into the world of confection and artisanal dessert. It's clear that despite my intent to inherit the company, my presence during de
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