-Oliver-
„Mr. Perretti, Mr. Ronalds is here. Do you want me to send him in?” Stacy, my assistant, informed me.
I was surprised at his arrival. Not that he wasn’t welcomed, just that it was unexpected. Nevertheless, I agreed to see him. „Yes, Thank you, Stacy,” I replied and got ready to greet John.
I clicked the button under my desk, and the panel on the opposite wall moved, revealing a massive floral painting. I stood up, grabbed my suit jacket, and put it on. I had just buttoned the lapels of my coat when the doors to my office opened, and John Ronalds walked in.
I smiled when I saw him. I walked to him and greeted my old friend with a hug. He was in his mid-sixties, and I treated him as my uncle. Well. He could be one, as he was my father's oldest and closest friend.
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