Support His Grandfather

Christopher made his way to his grandfather’s study. The polished wooden floors gleamed under the light, and the air was thick with the scent of aged leather and old books. The study had always been a sanctuary for Chairman Conrad, a place where he could think and strategize away from the prying eyes of the world.

Christopher knocked lightly on the door before entering. "Grandfather, are you in here?" he called softly.

"Come in, Christopher," Chairman Conrad’s voice came, steady yet carrying a note of weariness.

Christopher stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He immediately noticed the tension etched on his grandfather’s face. Chairman Conrad sat behind his massive oak desk, the morning light casting shadows that seemed to mirror the heaviness in his heart.

"How was your first week back at work, Christopher?" Chairman Conrad asked, attempting to sound casual.

Christopher walked over and took a seat opposite his grandfather. "It was productive. The team is motivated, and Yue W