"Brian, what kind of teacher will you find for me?"

“A seasoned senior executive with expertise in business management,”

Brian replied.

“But aren't the senior executives all older men? I don't want them." A hint of disappointment crossed Deanna's face.

Brian furrowed his brows and responded, “Deanna, you're here to learn.

Why are you so concerned about the age of your teacher?"

“I can only learn effectively if I'm satisfied with my teacher," Deanna insisted, her Lips downturned.

It appeared that she desired a more appealing instructor

Brian narrowed his eyes, a certain individual coming to mind.

He leaned back slightly in his chair and proposed, “The senior executives at the headquarters may indeed be older, but there's someone here who possesses business knowledge.” lho is it?" Deanna inquired.

‘eegan. How about letting him be your teacher?" Brian suggested.

“Him? Is he truly proficient in business management?" Deanna questioned skeptically.

"He founded this studio. Do you still doubt his business acumen?"

Brian's patience wore thin as he immersed himself in reviewing the documents.

“If you're unsatisfied, then I have no other option. It would be best for you to ask Mom to find someone else."

Deanna pondered for a moment and relented, "Fine, I'll choose Keegan."

Now that they were acquainted, Deanna realized that despite Keegan forcefully taking her first kiss, she hadn't really suffered any loss.

Learning from him seemed preferable to following those old men who smoked incessantly.

Brian looked up and cautioned, "I want to make it clear that you are not allowed to lose your temper or create unnecessary trouble while studying with Keegan."

Deanna pouted.

"Brian, you make it sound Like I'm spoiled."

Brian sneered, "You're not?”