Standing straight up with his two hands clasped together, Chris' feet continuously tapped against the carpeted floor, impatiently, and yet silently as he watched his grandmother, the president of Vaughn enterprise, slowly, like a snail, read through the papers he had submitted to her.Inside the pocket of his shirt, his phone silently vibrated against his chest, the motion, in a way, helping to ease his nerves. He observed every movement of his grandmother's, the way she would turn over the pages, her nose high up, and it supported her binoculars, her gaze drifting line to line, and the corners of her lips curled downwards.Chris wondered if that action was in distaste, or if it was just the fine lines from old age.Upon reaching the last page, her brows furrowed, and Chris' toes curled as he waited for her comment. "You promised me a partnership with Mr. Burke, didn't you?" Ms Vaughn stared him down with a sharp gaze that was enough to scare away a lion. Chris' hands clasped tighte
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