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g.stevens11
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- May 5, 2015
George Stevens sat at his desk at the top of the tower bearing his family name. His grandfather had created Stevens Enterprises forty years earlier. It had been a small corperation until George took over twenty years ago. Since that time, he had created one of the most succesful and powerful businesses in the world. He'd accumulated billions of dollars and from that had been able to grasp anything he wanted. But today was a different day. He'd just recieved a phone call from his brother Henry's attorney. As it turns out, Henry and his wife had died in sailing accident months earlier. They had left behind a daughter. She was slated to recieve a trust fund when she turned 25, but that was a ways off.
"So what am I supposed to do?" George hollowed into the phone.
"Can you give her a job?" The lawyer asked. "Henry asked that in the event of his death, you'd take over until she came of age. So she's on a plane to visit you."
"Great." George said, slamming the phone down.
He got up and began to pace his office. George was a man of forty five with good looks conswidering his high stress occupation. He exercised and ate relatively well. So his frame as very average and toned. His dark hair had begun to gray years earlier. Now it very a mixture of the two. His shoulders held up a navy suit that as tailored exacrtly to his body. He knew that his neice would be arriving soon. So he went back to work and waited.
It was later in the day George received a knock on his door. His secretary had come to tell him his neice had arrived.
"Send her in." He said.
"Come on in, have a seat." He said to the young girl entering his office. He'd still yet to figure out what to do with her. But he'd decide soon.
"So what am I supposed to do?" George hollowed into the phone.
"Can you give her a job?" The lawyer asked. "Henry asked that in the event of his death, you'd take over until she came of age. So she's on a plane to visit you."
"Great." George said, slamming the phone down.
He got up and began to pace his office. George was a man of forty five with good looks conswidering his high stress occupation. He exercised and ate relatively well. So his frame as very average and toned. His dark hair had begun to gray years earlier. Now it very a mixture of the two. His shoulders held up a navy suit that as tailored exacrtly to his body. He knew that his neice would be arriving soon. So he went back to work and waited.
It was later in the day George received a knock on his door. His secretary had come to tell him his neice had arrived.
"Send her in." He said.
"Come on in, have a seat." He said to the young girl entering his office. He'd still yet to figure out what to do with her. But he'd decide soon.
