When I walked back to Father's office, he looked up, concern etched on his face."Everything okay?" He asked and I nodded my head, forcing a smile. "Yes, father. Just a minor spill." I said calmly and sat back on the couch. The coffee spilled on the couch has been wiped off.Aysel walked in just in time and sat down beside me.“Penelope is not actually a clumsy type; you should forgive her," Father said,d, and I nodded my head.“Everyone makes mistakes. It's fine Dad."Father nodded, his expression serious. "Let's get down to business then.""Where were we?" Dad asked, glancing at us. Aysel was the and who spoke first. “About the managing director stuff," Aysel reminded him. Father nodded in affirmation. "Yes. I've been considering who should take over when I retire and like I said I will pick between you two."Aysel leaned forward, eagerness radiating from her eyes."I've decided," Dad continued, "to make it a competition between the two of you."Aysel's smile grew, and I don't ev
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