The phone didn’t stop ringing. I don’t see the day go by. We are overwhelmed. For meals, Emilia gave us sandwiches, like throwing pieces of meat into the lion’s den at the zoo, announcing the menu like a fishmonger:
“Ham-cheese or pickles-tuna. No need to ask for the mayo-chicken. There’s none left!”
I grabbed what she handed me without quibbling, hoping not to receive the cheese.
“Here, for you it’s tuna!” she said with a mischievous smile.
“Ah, okay! Am I missing something?" I said without her hearing me, already gone back to Paul’s office.
Tuna will suit me very well. Anyway, we don’t have time to complain. Today, it’s only GRUFOR that matters. Our reputation is at stake. While most shareholders want to sell their shares, our strategy has been to buy back as many shares as possible
