The girl's black ponytail swayed to the sides as she walked towards them. At a glance, she appeared to be about Jack's age, maybe a little younger.
Roughly 5'4", the girl had a sharp, no-nonsense look on her face. While not tall, her features were impeccable. A slim waist, long legs, and curves in all the right places. She even wore a white crop top that showed off her toned midriff and tight jeans, showing that she made an effort to stay in shape.
"Why will I reject the investor? Am I a fool?"
The old man crossed his arms before rolling his eyes. However, the granddaughter was having none of it.
"Why won't you?" she asked. "This is the nineteenth time! I need investors to turn this dump into something useful! Why does a stupid test matter so much to you!?"
Meanwhile, Mehra joined Jack, acting clueless, just like he was. Back when he inquired about the business, the young lady, Mira, came up as the owner. He did not know who the old man was and what stake he had in the business.
