His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 94

I started to walk closer as I was eager to see the artistic beauty on her canvas. But before I could get too far, Blair suddenly appeared beside me. He gently grabbed my arm and said, "Doris, we have to go. The client is waiting for us inside. We can not keep them waiting

any longer". []

I hesitated, glancing back at the painter. "But.."]

Reluctantly, I allowed Blair to lead me into the meeting. The client, a distinguished older woman, sat in a grand room. She was waiting for us. She greeted us with an air of authority, introducing herself only as 'manager.[]

"Please, call me 'manager," she said, her tone leaving no room for pleasantries. She didn't waste time, jumping straight into business.

Her questions were pointed and technical, and I did my best to answer them clearly and confidently. But as the conversation progressed, the questions became harder, pushing my knowledge to its limits.]

Manager's sharp gaze didn't waver. "You'll need to solve these issues if we are to move forward with the order. The large contract is ready, but it depends on how quickly you can handle the technical problems."]

Blair, sitting beside me, looked uneasy. He leaned over and whispered, "Is she deliberately making things difficult?"

I shook my head slightly and whispered back, "It doesn't matter. If we secure this deal, we'll be able to update production and make the business more profitable. It'll help us provide better security for the PACK members." I was determined. Securing this order was critical.

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Blair seemed reassured by my resolve, but the tension in the room was still there. The meeting dragged on, with Manager probing deeper into the technical aspects, but eventually, she seemed satisfied.

well," Manager said as she stood up, signaling the end of the discussion. "I

exchanged a glance with Blair. "We must provide technical assistance

serious. "Yes, we definitely

building, and as we walked through the garden again, I couldn't help but think about the young woman painting earlier. I looked around, hoping to see her again, or at least her artwork. But

about it, a housekeeper approached me, holding a large painting. "This was left for you," she

painting from her and was struck by the image before me. The image was serene, almost magical, and it stirred something

a woman standing in a vast field of sunflowers, her arms wide open, embracing the

meeting had been a whirlwind of stress. It was filled with unexpected challenges that left me reeling. I needed to talk to someone who understood. I dialed Vesta's number, my heart racing a little as I waited for her to pick

broke through the tension in my chest, like a warm ray

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you won't believe the day I've had. The meeting was so stressful, and there were

We can chat about it in person," she suggested without missing a beat, even though our

me at the idea. "Really? But

talk for hours about everything and anything back in high school? I miss those days. It'll be like old times," Vesta replied, her

late-night study sessions that turned into deep conversations.

familiar surroundings of my office felt comforting as I prepared for

Vesta exclaimed, beaming as she opened the door. We hugged tightly, and I felt my

I really needed this," I said, taking a seat