“Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?” Ike asked.
“No, thank you,” Ola replied.
“I miss your father very much. He was my mentor,” Ike said, staring into her eyes.
Ola nodded in acknowledgment, a lump forming in her throat. She didn’t know what to say.
“I do too,” Ola said, standing up. She began to pace the room; it was her way of calming her nerves. She stared at the expensive painting on the wall, trying to study it, but her thoughts were in chaos. Ike was giving her a run for her money in her personal thoughts. He was intimidating and handsome. She was also nervous about the state of affairs in the business and, thirdly, worried about the shareholders’ meeting. “So tell me what I’m going to be working with. How bad are things over here?”
“The current state of the company is uncertain, to say the least,” he began, his tone grave, which worried Ola.
Ola leaned against the oak table, her attention fully on Ike.
“The company’s profits have fallen for the past three quarters. If we continue this…
