"What exactly do you want to know?". He was settled back into the farthest corner of the seat, a glass of red wine dangling from his fingers leisurely.
She had so many questions. Recrossing her legs slowly, she turned to him sideways and rested her intertwined hands on her knees. Cool, reserved mask in place, she wanted to portray the picture of quiet curiosity. Hopefully she was succeeding.
"Let's start with this. Who is Trisha Beckham?".
He took a small sip from his wine, staring at her from the top of the glass. "Knowing you, you probably already know the answer to that". She didn't reply but continued to stare back coolly. "That's my mum".
She wasn't in the least surprised. "Why was the company name changed? It has something to do with your mum right?". She asked bluntly.
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