Chapter 63

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Webster was in his office. He was finally done rounding up the last project he had in hand as he slammed his laptop shut and shifted the files on his desk. He took his cell phone from his P.A.'s hand and scrolled through his call log. That was when he was informed by his assistant that his son had called but she didn't want to disturb him. He'd waved her off as a smile crept up his face as he listened to the voice message.

"That's more like it. It's how it should be. I guess his wife did a good job of convincing his stubborn son. If not there was no how his son would have accepted the offer. Not so easily." He said to himself.

Webster took his telephone and called on his assistant, telling her her presence was needed in his office. He dropped the telephone afterwards.

Instantaneously, the door opened and a young woman came in. The same woman he'd waved off a few minutes ago.

She walked majestically towards his desk and stopped with unfinished documents held firmly in her hands.