“I am so sorry, but what are you saying? Sir…”
Brandon’s eyes transfixed into Dickie, his voice is hoarse and threatening. Dickie, however, doesn’t feel scared at all.
“Well, Mr. Seymour, I said…”
Suddenly the office door opened, and Ford Seymour came in with his chirpy smiles.
“Good morning, Dickie!”
Dickie and Brandon turn their faces into Ford Seymour.
“Oh, Brandon? What are you doing here?”
Brandon tried to smile at his uncle, to ease the tension a bit.
“Oh, uncle, I want to surprise you…” He flashes his teeth at Ford. “Well, surprised.”
Ford squint at him, knows very well, the intention of his nephew. “Yes, I do very well surprised by it, now let us go to our office, we have so much to discuss.”
Brandon gratefully takes Ford's suggestion, he excuses himself from Dickie and
