[I have permission from Baconwizard to control Mr. and Mrs. Liske in this RP~]
Gerard wrote:22 March 1986
It is rare these days that I have anything out of the ordinary to say. The birth of my son Cyril two years ago was a blessing to the Pearcival name; a healthy, strong child that has grown beautifully into a sure-headed, diligent young boy. Already it is clear he takes after me, and I couldn't be happier. It's also rather nice to have Ilene at home--she insisted that he would care for Cyril, instead of leaving it up to the maids. I think that will be good for him, in the long run. I've elected to have him home schooled, and only the best tutor will do. At the moment, I'm in the market for one; interviews and screenings will of course be of absolute necessity. There's little time to waste; the training of the mind should start young, and I can't afford to have my firstborn be slighted in any way.
"Mr. Pearcival, sir?"
Gerard raised his eyes from the leather-bound diary he'd been scribbling in to stare at the butler who'd knocked and entered. "Yes? What is it?" Gerard asked, closing the diary with a soft thump and latching it, then tucking it in a drawer at his desk. "Something the matter?"
"Not exactly. There's been a slight mixup regarding the upcoming meeting with the Liskes," the butler said, staying in the doorway, knowing permission to enter had not fully been granted. When Gerard didn't respond, he went on, "They would like to reschedule. Something seems to have come up--a medical issue with Mrs. Liske."
"Oh. That is unfortunate," Gerard murmured, his brows knitting slightly in a mask of concern. He couldn't care less what happened between the Liske family; they were unpleasant people, and business rivals at that. Still, Gerard was a reasonable man, a man of sympathy and warmth. That was what he had to be, to run a company that sold medicine for ailing patients. Pharmacists needed to be open and caring for customers to feel comfortable--the CEO of a pharmaceutical company was no different. "Tell them... next thursday, same time, same place?"
"Yes, sir. I'll pass on the message with haste."