"We can get some work done till land, Miss Wilson. What do you think?" Mr. Atticus asked me and I nodded my head. Of course. We should get work done. Besides, flying can be really boring.
"That would be a great idea. I have been in contact with Victoria; she has sent me the reports of our new product. We have gained forty percent of share in last three months. With seventy percent more sale than our rival companies." I said and he looked proud as he nodded his head.
"The profit rate is still less, Miss Wilson. We need to work on that." He said and I rolled my eyes. Of course. Profit for him was like a rubber band. He wants to stretch it a little bit more every time. He is never happy with what he gets. He always wants more. Isn't that what makes him who he is now?
"Of course, we will
