The bet

“So...What is your family’s business, exactly?” It’s been two hours since we arrived in Ivan’s office. After that unplanned kiss we shared, I ran to the couch in the living-room area and buried my face in a pillow to hide how flustered I was, even though I couldn’t fool anyone. Ivan only laughed slightly before getting back to work. For a while, all we could hear was his fingers dancing on his computer’s keyboard. But I was starting to get bored. It’s not very fun to stare at the ceiling and wait for time to pass. That’s why I decided to ask him this question. If I got to be stuck here, I should at least use my time wisely and try to learn as much as possible about Ivan and his family. “How do you make your money?” I add since his response is taking too long to come. I lean over the back of the couch and stare at him curiously. Ivan turns to me. He hesitates to give me an answer and I wonder why. “We make processed foods. You know beverages, cereals, chips...Our products are in every g