Tarrin received a text from his uncle saying he was unfortunately running a few minutes late but would meet him at the company entrance.
It was a power pull used to support him because his uncle Rex technically owned Terrace Pharmaceuticals, but as head of the board and CEO, Tarrin took over.
“For being so strict, he sure doesn't mind bending the rules.” Tarrin complained from the back seat.
Mara woke Tarrin up earlier than normal because of the meeting this afternoon, so he wasn’t in the best of moods.
“I take it uncle Rex is running late per usual?” Mara asked, sliding in the driver's seat.
“Yea. Hey, what was the point of me getting here early then?” He looked up from his phone with a death threat look on his face at Mara.
“Hold your horses, and save your grumpy pants for Re
