Hold your horses

Grandpa Walter, Michael and Silas were dressed in power suits commanding the respect and attention of everyone they meet. They walked into the meeting room in unison as a show of power, in an attempt to intimidate everyone. However, to their utter disappointment, there was no one in the meeting room.

They looked at each other in confusion before Silas turned towards his assistant “Where’s everyone?”

“They are on their way.”

Silas frowned in annoyance as he sat on the left side of his grandfather who took the central seat; Michael didn’t have much of an existence even though he was sitting on the right side of his father.

“Keep an eye on the person who bought the shares from the military.” Grandpa Walter instructed his son (grandson) in a low voice as he kept his eye on the door. “See if you can take down those shares.”

“Will we have enough funds once we take down the rest of the shares?” Silas asked in concern; right now, his major concern was taking down the lion’s share of the shares