Mrs. Dreskin's visit wasn't a trivial matter. Should he fail to keep her, his tenure at the company would become redundant!

Jackson experienced his own apprehension, though he masked it well. He consoled his assistant, "Don't overthink it. Mr. Dreskin isn't the miserly sort."

Naturally, this was a fabrication for the sake of his assistant! Journeying with trepidation, Jackson entered the office and confronted Bennett, who occupied the sofa. "What's the purpose of this meeting, Mr. Dreskin?"

“Do you have any antacid by chance?"

Jackson paused momentarily, replying, “Yes, I keep some in my desk drawer. Do you require it?"