That’s not enough

Without knocking, Benjamin barged into his father’s office, his anger barely contained as he swung the door open.

Inside, he saw his father, Mr. Leland, standing by his desk, phone pressed to his ear, brow furrowed in frustration. The man on the other end of the line was none other than the bank president.

After a brief silence, Mr. Leland's voice came out tight with desperation. "Yes, I understand we’ve been late on the last few payments, but we're doing everything in our power to rectify the situation."

There was a long pause, the bank president's voice too muffled to make out, but Benjamin could tell by the frown on his father’s face that it wasn’t going well. The older man rubbed his temples, clearly struggling to keep his composure.

"Just give us more time," Mr. Leland pleaded. "We’ve never been this far behind, but it’s temporary. The business will bounce back."

The frustration in the bank president’s tone was unmistakable, and after a few more back-and-forth exchanges, the li