MOORE ENTERPRISES
Lisa walked into her father’s office, feeling happy her as she stepped across the marble floor.
Her father, Malcolm Moore, was seated behind his grand desk, his eyes fixed on a document in his hands. He barely acknowledged her presence as she took a seat across from him, smoothing out the crease in her blazer.
"good morning Dad," she greeted, even though she could clearly see he was in a terrible mood. Well, it wasn't unlike Malcolm to be grumpy in the morning.
Malcolm responded without really looking at her. "Morning," he said.
Lisa rolled her eyes. "I came to inform you that the peppers are ready," she said.
Clearing her throat, she spoke. "And also, I’ll be heading out tomorrow to meet with the team in charge, of the new project," she added, her voice professi
