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The secretarial section was empty when Max got to the top floor of the company, so he knocked on the door of the presidential office directly.

“Come in,” Lawson’s voice echoed from inside.

Max twisted the handle and strolled in, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The secretary standing before Lawson paused mid-report, glancing briefly at Max, who made himself comfortable on the sleek leather sofa in the middle of the room.

Lawson barely looked up, simply brushing over the secretary’s report, and it was obvious he didn’t want Max to hear what was being said. “That’ll be all. Leave it here.” The secretary nodded, placing a folder on the desk before making his quiet exit.

Once the door clicked shut, Lawson turned his attention to Max, an exaggerated look of surprise washing over his features. He stood up and took a seat opposite Max, throwing his coat over the second sofa.

“Well, well! If it isn’t our rising star,” he chuckled, slapping his thigh theatrically. “I should h
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