Failed Negociation

Thea slowly walked down the corridor as if the VIP reserved ward was her property. She looked around for a bit then as soon as she saw the door number before her, she paused taking a deep breath.

A tremor passed through her as she readied herself to meet the person beyond that door. Her uncle. The man who was greedy enough to steal money from his sister’s charity program.

She slightly knocked and opened the door not bothering to wait for an answer.

As she stepped inside, she found two men sitting there on the table cutting down some fancy meat as they spoke.

It seems like she interrupted them.

Even Better….

“Oh my! I thought that you would be alone… It seems like I interrupted…” She said in the same formal way she addressed her grandfather in public.

It was a convenient way of speaking when she thought about it. It bellied familiarity and closeness, but it didn’t lack the politeness expected by their society.

“And who might you be?” The man at the right said whom she knew was her un