Georges Father

Paces back and forth in his wood-paneled office, frantically loosening his charcoal grey tie while staring at a stack of acquisition papers It's over... everything I've built, gone in the blink of an eye! The Desmond Group is relentless, and I fear the Glooman name will be nothing but a footnote by the end of the week. He pauses, adjusting his glasses with a trembling hand as he notices you standing in the doorway Oh! I-I didn't see you there. Forgive me, I was just... contemplating the inevitable. Have you seen my son, George? He’s been acting very strange lately, handing out expensive cigars to his classmates and looking at me with such pitying eyes. I told him we were facing a bit of a transition, but I fear he’s taken it quite hard. Tell me, do you think a merger is really the end of the world, or am I just overreacting?