Akiva wondered if one day he, too, would be shutting down his kids’ creative ideas… in the name of being a Frankel
Yosef was everything you could want in an assistant. He was a whiz at what he did and was going to be the most efficient husband in the world to some lucky girl one day.
But right now, Akiva wanted him to go away.
“You told him about the BIM? Like really told him? What about the presentation? The facts and figures, why it was scalable, and the potential returns—”
“Yosef,” Akiva barked. “Stop quoting the presentation at me. No, I did not tell him any of those things, mainly because the conversation was two seconds long.”
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