Hazel
Harry didn't seem the least bit bothered by the tension he had created. I smiled back at him.
"I'll go with whatever my boss decides."
"Smart answer." Harry nodded, impressed.
Elvis nodded once and agreed to the arrangement without further discussion. Just like that, it was settled. The meeting wrapped up shortly after, shareholders filtering out one by one until the room thinned. Donald had moved to the screen with his father, pointing at a point in the graphs; their voices were low, which meant nobody was watching me.
I took the opportunity and looked at his father properly, without having to pretend I wasn't. The man standing at that screen with his arms crossed, listening to his son, looked nothing like the man who had screamed that's my boy at a wrestling ring less than twe
