Ri"I said get out of there right now." Richard raised his voice slightly, and then the four people who had been busy with the conversation since then came out and showed themselves in front of Richard.They followed each other and then stood in front of Richard.Richard looked at them with a disturbed look; it was clear that he was staying away from them so that he would no longer hear their conversation and because he was also avoiding them, but those people didn't think about his reason and even bothered him even more."What are you guys doing hiding and watching me like that?" He could never be at ease when he had to attend these kinds of important events.They nudged each other's shoulders until one of them took over to speak: "Look, Mr. Morel. You said that you are a representative of the head office. Is it possible you are the son of the company's top brass?" He turned to his friends, signalling them to help him speak.The young man, whose eyes were narrowed, came forward and i

"Sir, would you like to have a drink together? The people there are waiting for you. They want to talk to you about the head office." A man who had greeted Richard when he came and entered the building for the first time.He was just passing by and was looking for him, indeed, but he accidentally met Richard, who had just appeared again out of nowhere, of course, he didn't know.Richard expressionlessly looked at him, then later nodded and let the man guide him to another group of people. This time, he had completely lost interest in engaging in conversation with them. When they asked questions, he just briefly nodded and seemed to be listening, but his attention was not really on them. He didn't think about what they were talking about; his mind seemed blank, with nothing on it.Gradually their voices began to fade from his hearing and began to faint, the sound of music spinning distracted him, then his eyes turned away from them there and he began to pay attention to the sparkling p

The sun had not yet fully risen that morning when Richard saw his father walking with a cane. Although age and health conditions forced many people to use wheelchairs, his father refused firmly.James seemed reluctant to look old and weak. Everyone there would consider it natural if he used an assistive device such as a wheelchair, but he was instead tough and defiant."What's he doing with it?" Richard observed the old man's slow but steady steps. James was determined to maintain his little independence and was still trying to show that he was capable and tough.Richard couldn't help his curiosity. He was quite disturbed by his father's behavior, which made him even more anxious. "Why doesn't my dad just use his wheelchair?" he asked Smith, who was on hand to assist Richard despite the early hour.With an understanding look, Smith replied, "He feels more comfortable using a cane, sir. The wheelchair makes him feel more restricted like he's still in his prime."Richard snorted softly

Amidst the busy crowd at the television station, Richard moved with calculated steps, adjusting to his disguise as a nondescript staff member. In a simple outfit designed to disguise his identity, Richard carried a fake ID card that allowed him to enter customarily restricted areas. With a keen eye, he observed every detail of the surroundings, trying to understand the workflow and organizational structure within the building. The atmosphere of the television station, with its intense activity and production hustle and bustle, gave Richard the impression that he was at the center of a significant, complex mechanism.From his vigilant vantage point, Richard looked around him carefully. The busy staff moved quickly, the giant cameras and studio lights flickered, and the general atmosphere was excitement and tension. Everyone seemed to have a clear role and a task to accomplish, making it a place full of dynamism and energy. Richard knew that amidst all this chaos, there would be opportu

"Isn't that why you should work harder? Instead of bothering about things you don't really understand?" Da was referring to the man who had pushed him earlier, speaking as if he was planning to bring him down.The man who attacked Richard was silent. He maintained a calm face in front of the people watching him, while behind the desk, he clenched his hands tightly on his thighs, furious at what Richard had said."I'm doing my job well, as evidenced by the fact that there are no reports of me cheating in business, failing to pay state taxes, or anything else related to my inability to run the company by the law.""That's right, sir." The lawyer smiled at Richard's words. He was quite satisfied with Richard's answers, which had managed to make his anxiety disappear. "But what Mr. Meynard is probably talking about here is the blatant flexibility of business."Flexibility is often perceived as a threat in the challenging business world. Many think that too frequent or unplanned adjustment