MARION

Friday…

I walked into The Whitfield Diamonds Corporation, heading towards my dad’s office. He called this morning to say that he needed to talk urgently. I hope there’s nothing wrong with him or the corporation.

“Good morning, Mr. Whitfield. How are you doing?” I asked, smiling.

“I’m fine, Son, how are you?”

“I’m good.”

“Sit. Let's talk.” I took a seat in front of him. With that tone, things are serious, then.

“Son, do you remember what you said at the ...