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.

she stood up, signaling the end of the

provide technical assistance and solutions to the

her expression serious.

and I exited the 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 when we reached the spot

to ask Blair about it, a housekeeper approached me, holding a large painting.

by the image before me. The image was serene, almost

vast field of sunflowers, her arms

my phone, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders. 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

voice broke through the tension

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

can chat about it in person," she suggested without missing a beat,

at the idea. "Really? But are you sure you want to do

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

afternoons filled with laughter and late-night study sessions that turned into deep conversations. "Okay, let's do it! I'd

anticipation. The familiar surroundings of my office felt comforting as I prepared for our reunion. I was eager to share what had been weighing

and I felt my worries begin to fade

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