The phone beeped flatly as the line disconnected. Disoriented from the call he just received, Mateo pulled the phone away from his ear and dropped it on the desk. He'd just been threatened by a Whitlock, and he'd worked long enough to know that the Whitlock's don't bluff.
Mateo sat down slowly on his chair as he pondered on what to do. Yesterday was supposed to be the deadline for the fair due to the excessive applications.
They'd been a meeting between the board and they'd made the decision, only for their decision to be reverted when a call came in from the owners of the fair. And they'd been asked to keep the original deadline.
Now, a Whitlock, one of their major sponsors had asked to end the registration with his job on the line. Mateo rubbed his head in frustration as he thought of what to do.
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