Chapter 7:

The next day, as soon as Emma descended the stairs of her office, she walked towards her car, dark shades etched around the corner of her face, her lips parted apart as she twisted the knob of her car.

Just when she was about getting in the car, the phone in her Louis Vuitton bag chimed loudly, before she opened the bag, and brought out the phone, swiping through the message that popped in.

Her face squeezed together in dissatisfaction when she realized it was her grandmother, Old Mistress Martha, her lips formed into a sly sigh, when she read the message.

Old Mistress Martha- I have organized a family meet together. Be there.

She sighed, she hated going to a family meet together because all they ever said were ways to get more money, ways to improve their net worth, and ways to convince her to shut down her game company.

She got into the car, placing the key into its appropriate place, before the engine sounded and soon, she twisted the wheels with her hands, and slowly, the car mad