36. Grayson
GRAYSON “We’ve been exceeding our expected profit margins easily.” I leaned back into the rotating chair, the leather squeaked with the weight. I let his statement hang in the air. Something was off about him, he was too rigid, blinked exactly three times every thirty seconds, “If that’s the case, why sell?” I didn’t believe it was possible to go more rigid, but he managed it. Sweat trickled down his forehead, he immediately swiped at it with what was supposed to be a white handkerchief. I found it hard to believe they were even making ends meet if that was all he could afford. “I believe I’ve reached the age where retiring is the wiser choice. The day to day has become too stressful for my aging bones.” I let my gaze drift to his very full hair, not one grey hair in sight. His face w
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