"Why did you call me? Don't you know I'm busy?" William spoke in a sulky manner as he was ushered into his uncle's office by the assistant.
"Don't you dare give me an attitude, boy." Wilfred glared at his nephew before pointing at the chair across from his.
"Sit."
Doing his best to make his displeasure known, despite knowing it would get him nowhere, William sat down in the chair with a resigned sigh.
Wilfred glanced at the teenager full of attitude in front of him before beginning to speak.
"Despite all of the resources being thrown at you, I'm trying to understand the lack of results that I'm seeing here."
"I don't understand what you mean by that."
Rather than answer, Wilford threw the binder on his desk at William, watching as he awkwardly caught it.
"What is this supposed to be? Confetti?"
