Ficanto Hotel,
"Welcome, respected shareholders of Ficanto Hotel. Thank you—"
"Sorry, I'm late." Clara entered elegantly with a broad smile.
"What are you doing here!?" Jacob Ficanto approached and roughly grabbed Clara's hand.
"Please mind your manners, sir!" Aaron held Jacob's hand back.
"Who are you!? How dare you touch my hand!" The middle-aged man angrily pulled his hand away.
"He's my lawyer! So if there's a problem, please contact him!" said the woman haughtily, her chin slightly raised.
'Damn it! How dare she! How did she get a lawyer!? I thought he was dead!' thought Jacob Ficanto.
"Mr. Jacob, who is she? Can we start this meeting now?" said one of the shareholders.
"You can come! But don't cause any trouble! If your behavior embarrasses me, you'll know the consequences!" threatened his uncle.
"Where is my seat, Uncle?" she asked with a smirk.
"Over there!" Jacob pointed to an empty chair separated from the shareholders.
