He hurriedly pulled me aside and whispered in my ear, "How is your plan? Do you need Uncle Waltz to help you? I heard that your sister already has an idea. You have always been better than her, so you can't fall behind! I can only feel at ease if I hand over the company to you."
I felt a shudder in my heart and hurriedly said goodbye to him and went into Renee's office on the pretext of delivering coffee. Sure enough, I saw a draft paper on her desk, which clearly listed the ideas I had just thought of. I felt cold in my heart, but congratulated her calmly on the surface.
When I turned back to my office, I hurriedly overturned my previous idea. I rewrote a new idea.
But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, Renee knocked on my door with a cup of coffee.
"Sherly? Are you still writing? Drink some coffee to refresh yourself. Dad would be very pleased if he knew how hard you worked. By the way, let me show you the plan I just came up with. It's a pity that it's still a prototype. Do you have any good suggestions?"