Chapter Eighty:
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Maxwell Quinn’s Point of View
EVERYONE HAD BLAMED the snow, but I knew the truth.
“Meeting adjourned,” Mr Smith’s monotonous tone echoed inside the auditorium.
Some of the members bid farewell to one another, and some were congratulating my sister as they left. Other people were slowly dissipating from the place where a monthly meeting used to take place. But this time around, it was actually for a different gathering.
For it’s Chandria’s project proposal presentation day.
She had been spending sleepless nights and had been constantly working on improving her project because she had always been a perfectionist. This project holds great significance in her life, and I know that she’ll do her best in order for the board of directors to fully approve it.
All her har
