moving.

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

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

The exponential growth of San Jose, not far from Silicon Valley, the business hub, has sparked a boom for the state, improving living conditions almost overnight, with periodic growth rising due to multiple factors. Most of the moving was done yesterday, and in the morning, they completed the entire process. Now Anne walked to her new office, one that was well-deserved, spacious, and fitting for her position.

-What a beautiful place, -Anne murmured, organizing her papers. She could see Margot tidying her desk through the windows, which was now opposite hers. She opened the door and walked next door to the boss's office, Billy's office, similar to hers but with the addition of a large comic book library along with a fridge stocked with sweets, drinks, and other snacks he consumed when fully immersed in drawing his large illustrations.

She checked the comics, making sure each volume was in its perfect place, without creases, ensuring her favorites were in their initial spots. She inspected her pencils, markers, and charcoals, all in perfect condition. 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 Piece Chapter 3 for Friday, -said Anne, taking the comic and placing it on the table.

She continued tidying up the place peacefully, making sure everything was in place, exactly how Billy always wanted it. Rachel entered through the door with an unusual shyness, but Anne didn't pay enough attention to see her flushed face.

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

-Yes, ma'am, - Rachel replied.

-Ma'am. -

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

-Well, Raimon isn't here; he's negotiating agreements with cable companies and discussing satellite signals. Thanks to foresight, we can make the appropriate installations for now, - Rachel explained.

-I see. Dear, talk to Dave in the factory. You can 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 place; Raimon had been away from the company for two weeks, solely dedicated to reviewing contracts and the company's financial statements, like investment in stocks.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Raimon saw that he looked thinner, perhaps lost a kilo and a half. -I never thought I'd see myself in a suit. Fix your tie and tuck in your shirt; you look like a beggar dressed like that, - said Luis Green, Raimon's father, not a very warm person. One out 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 congratulating or helping him in everything, even when he dropped out of university.

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 curricular 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 significant negotiations, Dad. I wouldn't entrust millions to just anyone. By the way, how's Malcolm? - Raimon asked.

-Don't ask. Your mother already told me everything. I expected something like this from you, not from Malcolm. Come 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 production issue, especially regarding the book Saul had been pushing for a movie adaptation, "The English Patient."

They walked along Seventh Avenue, took a turn into a large plaza, and ascended to the second floor. Old Luis walked fast, and Raimon followed him, feeling the pressure on his back, unaccustomed to such brisk strides. Raimon took his time, walking slowly, admiring the tall buildings, and pondering all the things he could do in his humble home watching 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 been less than ten minutes, and he felt like he had lost five years of his life with his father's constant complaints; he realized why he had chosen Stanford University 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 place wasn't very elegant, but it seemed exclusive enough for it to warrant a host, and the tables provided enough privacy for clients to converse. They sat down, with Lucas Green pleased, while Raimon tried to sit like a normal human but ended up sprawling awkwardly in his chair, accidentally knocking 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 consulting his son.

-But, Father... - Raimon began.

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

Both nodded, different but the same. Samanta Green said her younger son inherited the character while her older son inherited 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 company? 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 somewhat pricey property, but it's in a luxurious location. In the company, we have a lot of potential; I see a future. In October, we'll be launching our latest project, an animation channel. I came to handle the important paperwork for the channel, a deal with a guy who holds the copyright to a series the boss wants. You know how it is; they just ask, and we take care of it, - Raimon explained.

-The sales director doesn't handle those transactions, - Lucas remarked.

-It's already been negotiated, but this client has a financing condition for a movie production, and I have to sort out the details and some other contract-related matters, - Raimon said.

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

Raimon wanted to roll his eyes but decided to ignore it.