These days, Charles Anderson has been taking Sylvia to and from work just to prevent that Hansen kid from seeing his daughter.
No matter how much Sylvia fussed, he would coax her gently.
Like right now.
The atmosphere in the conference room was solemn, the project manager was giving a presentation, and Charles was listening intently, seriously raising a critical question: "Have these data been obtained through accurate market research?"
"Uh..."
"Since they haven't, how did you come by these data?"
"I..."
The executives in the office were sweating bullets, this young master's reprimands felt like they struck right to the heart.
Just when everyone was anxious, over in the corner, Sylvia was playing with blocks and knocking with a little hammer, 'tap tap tap'.
"I want accurate data, not perfunctory PowerPoints."
The 'tap tap tap' sound of building blocks continued.
The office staff sat upright, the sound of 'tap tap tap' merging with their tense heartbeats.
