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My father summoning me to Bradford Shipping was a rarity.
The reception looked a lot different than it was four years ago: it was now marble and chrome, and the receptionist desk had a whole aquarium behind it filled to the brim with exotic fish. As I approached, Amy, the receptionist, she stood up and straightened her back. “Mr. Bradford. It has been a while,” she smiled from across the counter. Amy had been working here for a while; she started as an intern and my father liked her so much that he decided to keep her. “Your father informed me that you'd be coming. He's expecting you."
“Right." I gave her a polite smile in return. “I know the way.”
I walked down the corridor and took a left, then entered the glass-fronted lift. I had a good mind to ignore my father’s request for
