Ford pacing around outside Brandon’s office, Linda who’s already on her desk, just staring at him, trying to tell him to sit on the sofa for a while.
“Err… Mr. Seymour, maybe you would love to sit down for a moment.”
Ford Seymour looking at Linda, his face is tense and impatient. “Linda, did you already call him? I really need to talk with him.”
“Sir, he is on his way, Mr. Brandon Seymour always comes before nine o’clock.”
He looks at his watch, half an hour before nine o’clock, he tried to be patient, and goes to sit on the sofa. Ten minutes pass by, Brandon finally came, he looks at his uncle who sits on the sofa outside of his office.
“Uncle, what are you doing outside of my office?”
Ford then stands up and glances at Linda. “It seems like you have a good secretary, she told me t
