CEO´S TRUE LOVE

ntinued typing on my computer. A young man of approximately twenty-five years of age with straight brown hair and round glasses that made him look like a middle-aged man. student who walked into

aren't. Just don't be too hard on them, they're unpaid interns, after all, we're lucky to have them. Grant was right as usual. Usually he went out of his way to be my conscience and keep me a bit empathetic. That's when a jolt came from my computer. The alarm set ten minutes earlier my meeting was starting. "Well," I said, standing up, "I guess I should go to the meeting now. What room is he in? "Conference room 384A," Grant replied as he walked with his head down, looking at his tablet. "Thank you," I reply as I head down the hallway and into the elevator. When I entered the elevator, the inmates were already waiting in the elevator. A young woman with her curly red hair tied up in a bun held a tablet close to her chest. Even from the elevator entrance, I could see that she was sweating in drops. The other inmate, a young man with black hair, was frantically typing something on her tablet. She could only hope that he didn't panic ending the presentation. "Good morning, Mr. Freud!" exclaimed the girl. "Good morning," I replied, taking my place in the elevator with Grant. "I hope you two are prepared for your presentation today." "Of course!" replied the other before letting out a nervous laugh. "Why don't you have it ready?" They didn't have it fully prepared; It was obvious. I narrowed my eyes, looking at the couple, hoping I could get them to confess (rather than shame) themselves at the meeting. "I don't know why you wouldn't have it ready." I have let you know that this presentation it will make or break your position in this company, and I hope you take it