"What are you planning to do?"
"I plan to stay there all day tomorrow, until she wakes up," Olga said, a determined glint in her eyes.
"We'll ask her to sell off some of her shares to get us out of this current jam. She's an old lady; those shares aren't doing her any good anyway."
"But we've got shares too. We're not selling ours, but we're asking Mom to sell hers. That doesn't sound fair."
Attlee paused for a moment before saying, "Plus, Mom's been unconscious for so long, it doesn't seem right to hit her with this the moment she wakes up."
"Who said we haven't sold?" Olga retorted. "We've already sold a bunch of stores and houses. If we sell any more shares, the company will be taken over by outsiders! Do you want outsiders running our
company, or do you want Mom to do it?"
Attlee fell silent