A meeting with Director Quinn.

Mr. Brown Quinn had summoned his son, Edwards, home for a serious discussion.He sat behind his expansive mahogany desk, his study adorned with shelves of leather-bound books and a large window overlooking the well-manicured garden.

The air in Mr. Quinn's study was filled with tension as Edwards entered, aware that this conversation was no ordinary family chat.

"Good day, father," Edwards greeted, approaching his father's study. However, Mr. Quinn, a stern and successful businessman, was not one for casual pleasantries in such matters.

"Address me officially," he instructed, his eyes never leaving the computer screen on his desk. "Good day, Director Quinn," Edwards corrected himself, bowing slightly. This formal approach was a clear indication that when it involved the company, all father-son sentiments were to be left at the door.