CARLOS
Wednesday night, I arrive home for our family dinner. My parents greet me with a big hug.
"You did it, son. Good job!" Dad taps my back, looking so impressed.
"We've been trying to close that partnership deal with the Taiwanese Company for two years already, and finally, you were able to convince them," Mom grins widely.
"That's right. They signed the contract without much question."
"I'm sure it has something to do with your reputation also, Carlos," Mom says, "They've noticed your image being cleaner lately, so they're confident to sign the deal."
I sigh, and agree with her. One of the Taiwanese executives mentioned it too. "I'm happy that you're proving to us that you can run our business after all. Just continue what you're doing son, you're on the right track," Dad s
