"That's right. I'm the Oliver Miller who's here to review your business proposal and make an investment."
Oliver grinned wickedly, dragging out the last syllable of "Miller" with dramatic flair. He watched with interest as Lucas's face turned pale, then red, and back to pale again.
It was like watching a starving man forced to choose between eating a honey-glazed turd or starving—either way, it was painful.
Martineth frowned at his son's behavior. "So what if he's Miller? Even if the President himself showed up, you can't just kick someone out! Call security. Now!"
He had no idea Miller was his son's potential investor. In fact, with his heart problems, Martineth had stepped back from most of the company affairs. He had only dropped by today to remind everyone that he was still around,
