Lux Animation pany was officially in the process of moving, from mae delivery to the grand transition and the substantial relocation of many items, including personal belongings, workstations, files, video game maes, and of course, employees who would enjoy new special facilities.

  The Lux Animation building, with its five floors, could aodate the three animation factory floors on each level except the first floor, which was utilized as a cafeteria, lobby, administrative ter, and part of the parking lot, with an underground parking garage.

  The expoial growth of San Jose, not far from Sili Valley, the business hub, has sparked a boom for the state, improving living ditions almost ht, with periodic growth rising due to multiple factors. Most of the moving was doerday, and in the m, they pleted the entire process. Now Anne walked to her new office, ohat was well-deserved, spacious, and fitting for her position.

  -What a beautiful pce, -Anne murmured, anizing her papers. She could see Margot tidying her desk through the windows, which was now opposite hers. She opehe door and walked door to the boss's office, Billy's office, simir to hers but with the addition of a rge ic book library along with a fridge stocked with sweets, drinks, and other snacks he ed when fully immersed in drawing his rge illustrations.

  She checked the ics, making sure eae was in its perfect pce, without creases, ensuring her favorites were in their initial spots. She ied her pencils, markers, and charcoals, all in perfect dition. Besides, she reviewed all her new publications and those that were yet to be published.

  -Margot, - Anne called.

  Anne walked to the door. - Margot, Volume 94 of Evangelion was delivered to David for printing. -

  -Two days ago, - Margot replied.

  Anne sighed. -Alright, I'll send One Pass Chapter 3 for Friday, -said Aaking the id pg it oable.

  She tiidying up the pce peacefully, making sure everything was in pce, exactly how Billy always wa. Rachel ehrough the door with an unusual shyness, but Anne didn't pay enough attention to see her flushed face.

  -Rachel dear, take that ic to Raimon for printing, - Anne said, focused on her ing.

  -Yes, ma'am, - Rachel replied.

  -Ma'am. -

  -You call me dear. It must be important, - Anne said.

  -Well, Raimon isn't here; he's iating agreements with cable panies and discussing satellite signals. Thanks tht, we make the appropriate instaltions for now, - Rachel expined.

  -I see. Dear, talk to Dave in the factory. You reach him by extension to have it picked up, -Anne instructed.

  -Excuse me, Director, - Rachel said formally.

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  Rachel was in charge of the pce; Raimon had been away from the pany for two weeks, solely dedicated to reviewing tracts and the pany's financial statements, like iment in stocks.

  Looking at himself in the mirror, Raimon saw that he looked thinner, perhaps lost a kilo and a half. -I hought I'd see myself in a suit. Fix your tie and tu your shirt; you look like a beggar dressed like that, - said Luis Green, Raimon's father, not a very erson. O of every three words he used was to reproach Raimon about something, no matter what it was; he scolded him, unlike his brother, who spent his time gratuting or helping him ihing, even when he dropped out of uy.

  Raimon adjusted his shirt and tie nervously.

  -What are you doing in New York? - his father asked.

  -Well, I'm the Chief Operating Officer, and I have to carry out some curricur activities, like ensuring that business operations run smoothly, - Raimon replied.

  -Don't you have employees? - Luis inquired.

  -Well, I do, but I'm talking about signifit iations, Dad. I wouldrust millions to just anyone. By the way, how's Mal? - Raimon asked.

  -Don't ask. Your mother already told me everything. I expected something like this from you, not from Mal. e on, I'll treat you to lunch, - Luis said.

  -Of course, - Raimon replied, noting the time; he had an hour and would be meeting Saul Zaents to discuss an important film produ issue, especially regarding the book Saul had been pushing for a movie adaptation, "The English Patient."

  They walked aloh Aveook a turn inte pza, and asded to the sed floor. Old Luis walked fast, and Raimon followed him, feeling the pressure on his back, unaced to such brisk strides. Raimon took his time, walking slowly, admiring the tall buildings, and p all the things he could do in his humble home watg movies and not wasting time running around.

  -Walk faster, son; we're not in an amusement park, - Lucas said.

  -Sorry, sir, - Raimon replied, following him wearily. It had beehan ten minutes, and he felt like he had lost five years of his life with his father's stant pints; he realized why he had chosen Stanford Uy thousands of miles away from home.

  -Mr. Green, - the host mentioned.

  -A table for two, - Lucas said.

  -Certainly, sir. We have your usual table, - the host replied.

  The pce wasn't very elegant, but it seemed exclusive enough for it to warrant a host, and the tables provided enough privacy for ts to verse. They sat down, with Lucas Green pleased, while Raimon tried to sit like a normal human but ended up sprawling awkwardly in his chair, actally knog over the salt shaker all over the table.

  -Sorry, - Raimon said, trying to fix the salt shaker.

  -Leave it, - Lucas said.

  Both Green family members sat and observed as they typically did in their dining room at home; his father just watched him and didn't bother to pretend otherwise, while Raimon shrunk under his gaze. Remembering how his best friend Billy stood up to his father, he attempted to give him a death stare, only causing Lucas to raise an eyebrow at his son's foolish look. It wasn't just a thing; he was a bizarre kid.

  -Two specials, - Lucas told the waiter, without sulting his son.

  -But, Father... - Raimon began.

  -Do you think I brought you here to order hamburgers, ungrateful boy? They'll bring you a det dish, - Lucas said.

  Both nodded, different but the same. Samanta Green said her younger son ied the character while her older son ied the heart, the amiable Lucas. The problem with the older son, Raimon, was that he never found the strength to withstand the blows and usually retreated into a bubble with every attack he received.

  -How's the pany? You were an intern four years ago, and now you're the COO. You must have done some good things, - Lucas said.

  -Yes, indeed. I'm about to buy my bachelor pad, a somericey property, but it's in a luxurious location. In the pany, we have a lot of potential; I see a future. In October, we'll be ung our test project, an animation el. I came to hahe important paperwork for the el, a deal with a guy who holds the cht to a series the boss wants. You know how it is; they just ask, aake care of it, - Raimon expined.

  -The sales director doesn't hahose transas, - Lucas remarked.

  -It's already beeiated, but this t has a finang dition for a movie produ, and I have to sort out the details and some other tract-reted matters, - Raimon said.

  -I see. You should be in banking, - Lucas said.

  Raimon wao roll his eyes but decided to ig.

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