Chapter 8 – The Same Pattern?

• “Sir…?” Dalia greeted, her face filled with confusion as she realized she didn’t know the name of the man in front of her.
• “Oh, we haven’t introduced ourselves, have we? My name is Gerald P. Harrison. You can just call me Uncle Gerald,” he replied with a warm, friendly smile that exuded kindness. His approachable demeanor gave the impression of someone easy to talk to.
• Dalia stood from her seat hesitantly and accepted Gerald’s outstretched hand. They shook hands briefly, a formal gesture laced with a friendly aura. “I’m Dalia, Mr. Gerald,” she said politely.