Confusion brewed in Zora’s father's mind at the other end of the line. There was no mention of any new contract, leading him to suspect that Ezrah might be finding ways to secure that partnership with him.
As he had promised his daughter, he would never accept help from Ezrah or the Gannons, even if the company were to crumble like sand.
“Does he have an appointment?” he asked seriously. The secretary sighed and replied, “No, but he mentioned that he traveled for over five hours just for this business and that your wife would be interested. You won’t want to miss it.”
This behavior was not typical of Ezrah. Mr. Adams thought it fair to see and hear what this man had to say. “Send him in,” he instructed.
It wasn’t long before an unfamiliar figure entered his office as the door swung open. “Hi, my name is Sander Newman, and I believe you are Zora’s father. Where is her mother?” Mr. Newman, tall and middle-aged, stood with his glasses, looking strong and attractive, much like Zora’s father.
“I don’t recall meeting you before,” Mr. Adams hesitated to welcome the stranger who had just introduced himself. He knew he had to be cautious, suspecting it might be a ploy by Ezrah.
“Your daughter knows me, and she sent me here,” Mr. Newman smiled and reassured him. Zora’s father was relieved to hear that Zora had sent him, inquiring, “How is she doing?” This encounter seemed genuine. Mr. Newman did not sit down but began to chat.
“You should be proud of her and watch her latest movie.”