CHOSEN AS THE TRILLIONAIRE'S HEIR

CONFRONTING THEM

Mr. Cyrus could hardly believe his eyes as he strode into the gleaming lobby of Royale Company's corporate headquarters. The once pristine space was in disarray, with papers strewn about and a general air of neglect. The workers were few, and it seemed like most of them had gone on a strike or something. His firm jaw clenched as he took in the scene before him. This was not the reputation he wanted to leave as a legacy. He worked hard to build this company, and seeing it in such a state made him angry.

"What has been going on here?" He asked Ellis, who walked at his side with a similarly disgusted look on his face.

"I don't know, dad." Ellis said simply.

"Well, haven't you at least come around to check on the place since then?" Mr. Cyrus asked. He had never seen his company this disoriented. Why were papers thrown around like this was just some newbie company with no principles?

"I hate to think that this is as a result of your absence here, since your collapse," Ellis said carefully