Chapter 8

Mr. Adolfo and his daughter, Anabelle, were seated in the living room of the Adolfo mansion discussing the company.

"The company is losing more and more investors every day," Mr. Adolfo sighed as he looked at the papers in front of him.

"No one is investing in the company anymore, and the few investors we have are pulling out," he said, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

Turning to Anabelle, Mr. Adolfo continued his complaints.

"If this goes on, the company is going to go bankrupt."

"We can't let that happen, Father," Anabelle said in fear as she looked at him. "The company is the only thing we have. If we lose it, we are going to become poor."

"We need new partnerships and investors, or else the company will crumble," Mr. Adolfo said as he took the glass of wine on the table and emptied it into his mouth.

"What are we going to do now, Dad?" Anabelle continued to complain, her mind racing with thoughts.

Ring, ring, ring.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the ringi