Maria Rodriguez
Author’s POV.
The morning sun fell through the large glass walls of the Rodriguez headquarters, spreading a soft golden light across the office. The day was bright and business was good.
Allen sat at the far end of the meeting room, his hands folded neatly on the table. He wore a dark gray suit that matched the mood of the room — calm, serious, powerful. Across from him sat Old Grandpa Rodriguez, the man who had built the empire with his own hands.
Allen leaned forward slightly. “Sir, the company’s stocks have risen by twenty percent this quarter,” he said, sliding a folder across the table. “The new deal with the foreign investors has pushed our name further into the international market. W
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