A familiar woman

Everyone gaped at John in horror. How could anyone be as bold as to even patronize George Mooney? He must be tired of living!

George finally found his voice and a sinister smile crawled up his face. "Son, you must be John O'Connor. I would advice you to stop putting on airs in front of me. I could really make you---"

"Cut the compliment." John interjected rudely. "Can we make clear some protocols? Firstly, I'm not your son. Lastly, I won't stand here and listen to the utter nonsense you're going to spill."

John started walking towards Luke and the latter could hear his heart thumping heavily in his chest. Oh God! What would he do?

"Hello, Luke Mooney. For the sake of everyone's safety, I hope the document for the transfer of shares and ownership is ready?"