Chapter 107
After a long day, the team members could head to the sixth floor to grab a coffee or hit the treadmill for a workout. The gym was well–equipped too.
Even though Alexander was getting on in years, he still belleved in exercising to keep himself healthy.
When Caleb arrived on the sixth floor, he found Alexander strolling on one of the treadmills.
Caleb jogged over while saying, “Grandpa, there you are! I’ve been looking for you.”
Startled by Caleb’s voice, Alexander almost lost his balance. He quickly grabbed the handles to steady
himself before glaring at Caleb.
Alexander then asked irritatedly. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s been days since we met. Don’t you miss me, Grandpa?” Caleb asked resentfully.
Alexander scoffed. “What’s there to miss?
Caleb was used to being disliked by Alexander and didn’t take it personally. He turned on the treadmill
next to Alexander’s and started walking.
“Look, old fart. You don’t like me and I don’t like you too. I just think that you’re getting older. Sometimes your eyes might not be that perfect anymore.”
“My eyes are just fine. I just fixed an antique pocket watch yesterday. Age has nothing to do with it, you little punk. If you have something to say, just say it. Stop with the sarcasm,” Alexander glared at Caleb.
Caleb grew up with Alexander. So, Alexander knew what he was up to.
He was there to get Alexander to reconsider the young lady he mentioned before.
Over the past few days, Alexander had looked at Skylar’s résumé.
Sure, the photos showed she had done some restoration work, but photos could be made up. Résumé, on
the other hand, couldn’t lie.
Her qualifications didn’t suggest that she could restore the pieces in those pictures.
who was
That meant Skylar was lying. Alexander didn’t want anybody in his team who wasn’t the real deal.
“Look, Grandpa. I’m serious. Skylar really is talented. She restored two paintings for Daniel. They’re now at the auction house. I watched her work every day while she was restoring the paintings. No offense, but I think she’s better at it than you are,” Caleb said nervously.
Alexander wasn’t buying it. “Don’t try to sweet–talk me.”
“How about this, old fart. I’ll quit my job at Daniel’s place and work with you full–time. But under one condition–you’ll interview Skylar. If she’s as bad as you think, I’ll move into this building and learn from you for a year, starting from the basics. How’s that?
“This is your last chance, Grandpa. I’m the only one in this family with a bit of talent for this. This is also
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the only shop that does restoration work in this town. Who are you going to pass it on to if not me?”
Caleb had no choice but to make the proposal.
Alexander clenched his teeth. He was annoyed, but Caleb did hit a weak spot.
Fine, Alexander thought. He would give Skylar a chance to see what all the fuss was about. Skylar would have to show her true self once she met Alexander anyway.
“Alright, tell her to come tomorrow,” Alexander agreed.
Caleb scratched his head. “You’ll have to contact her through the usual ways. She doesn’t know I’m your
grandson yet.”
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