Eighteen: Coffees ‘n Cream.

There was a cloud of seriousness that seeped into the atmosphere of the boardroom. With his legs crossed unto each other and a fist that held firm his chin, Oscar darted his eyes around until they fell on Aaron’s. For the sake of their father’s company was the only ever interaction that they had and Henry, being the financial manager stood before them.

“Over the last few months, we’ve progressed to about a forty percent increase in profit in both our products and stocks. Ten of our affiliate companies have proved to be a very successful investment” He narrated with a whole powerpoint slideshow on the projector in front of the room.

There were a score of people in the cold, dark room. Many of whom had been set by Ronald to run the company in his absence. But the only eyes Oscar met with was his brother’s. “I thought they were eleven companies as of last month?” He piped forward, uncrossing his legs and when he spoke, no one dared to interrupt him.

Henry cleared his throat with his han