“I don’t understand, Mr. Allison. Isn’t this supposed to be discussed over coffee? Why does it have to be at 8 p.m., and worse, in a fancy restaurant? This isn’t a date, remember?”
Sheila’s frustration was evident, but now, she felt something worse—discomfort.
“I’m sorry, Miss Grey. I don’t fully understand what’s going on myself. The buyer requested…”
“Who in the world is this buyer? You can snooze on him… find someone less complicated. I can bet that house had numerous offers already,” Sheila huffed, rolling her eyes as she slipped out of her car.
It was only 7 p.m., and she still needed to return home and figure out the best way to convince the shareholders to remain in the company. Yet here she was, looking worn out, frustrated, and dealing with another unnecessary delay. To make m
