ENTWINE : Snippets!

05: First School Meeting

Entwine Snippets! #6 : First School Meeting

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"We've arrived master, mistress."

"Thank you, Mr. Liu!" Fai replied joyfully.

The young master's usual carefree voice made the butler smiled, but it seemed that the couple was not yet ready to leave. "Sir? Madam?"

Daoming Shancai gently sighed and smiled at the butler. "Thank you, Mr. Liu."

AhSi took a quick glance at his wrist watch. "Mr. Liu. We'll be here for maybe an hour or two. We'll just call you when we're done."

"I understand sir."

The young chairman was the first to exit the car, followed by his son, then by his wife.

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Shancai does not feel good in the navy blue dress her sister-in-law forced her in. The three-inch black stiletto torturing her feet were getting tighter and tighter. She held her leather purse closed to her left side and took hold of her son's small hand with her right. "Let's go, Fai."

Fai let his mother gently pulled him towards the school's main entrance. He could feel his father following behind them. He really wants to walk together with his papa, his left hand held by him, but upon throwing a curious look at his mother, it was not a good time.

His mama is angry. He wondered what his father did this time.

They have passed many rooms and finally reached the familiar hallway towards the school principal's office.

"We're here." AhSi announced quickly beating his wife's short pace and stood in front of the office's door. "What's the idiot's name again?" he asked.

Shancai felt her early annoyance coming back. She stopped herself from shouting at her stupid husband and gritted her teeth before answering. "It's Principal LinXinHao. Please stop calling the woman any words other than her name."

She saw her husband's shoulder shrugged.

After a couple of knocks, an aging woman opened the door for the Daoming Family with a sweet smile on her lips. "Chairman Daoming! Thank you for coming!"

The principal guided them to where the meeting was being held. The room was just a few doors down the hall.

Chairman Daoming followed the principal in a steady pace aware that his stubborn wife was walking just a couple of steps behind him.

As expected for an elite school, the meeting room as prepared with more than fifty wooden lounge wingback chairs, covered in a very expensive fabric; they were filled of sets of parents with their children between them. A small concrete stage was in front, complete with a projector and high-end audio equipment.