(Bill)
I see the three shareholders through the glass door, they're seated at the meeting spot, quietly deliberating on something.
Nerves starts to creep in but I push them aside.
I take a deep breath and walks in confidently, my tab in one hand.
I see their talks quiets down slowly as they see me approaching.
Timothy looks at me as I reach the table, his expression stern.
"Bill," Albert says curtly, not bothering about pleasantries. Albert might look unapproachable but he's a bit soft spoken than the rest.
Christopher leans back in his chair, his attention on me but he doesn't say anything.
Amongst the three, Timothy seemed a bit closer to my father. That's why he hasn't sold his shares yet. Maybe he still feels he owes his loyalty to him, who knows?
And Chris and Albert, I mean
