Chapter Fifty

“Toast to more wealth.” Freda announced, raising her glass in the air. “Cheers.”

“Cheers.” I and Kathy resounded, except I was a little less enthusiastic. I don’t think my mother noticed, though. She brought the glass to her lips, took a sip, and then set it on the table.

“Now, let’s get down to business. Shall we?” Freda said, settling into her seat. We all did.

“The Lukems have their stocks pivoting high on the ceilings, eh?” She smiles, and the lines around her eyes crinkle. She was getting old, and that age was beginning to show on her body. Her once porcelain skin now had a few wrinkles here and there; I spotted more veins every day, and I also noticed the dye, which she seemed to use more often than before.

I nodded. “They seem to be getting better these days. They did change most of the board members recently.”

“Yes. It’s been bought, and you know what’s interesting? It’s the fact that it was not bought by another company or cooperation. No, we weren’t willing to take that