After finishing the IV that was forced into his body, Richard returned to his room. According to advice that was more like a compulsion Richard finished his lunch thanks to Ed who said that Richard's body needed calorie intake and he hoped not to see Richard looking like a zombie tomorrow.Richard agreed, he was already feeling better. His body was no longer as heavy as before, this time it was lighter and his head was no longer as dizzy as before.His body became healthier, so he returned to his accumulated work. But with only a part of it opened and done, Smith knocked on her room and came inside after her permission."What's wrong?" Richard closed the file he was opening and examining.Smith stood not far from his desk. "Mr. Thompson has come back and wants to see you this year. Do I need to make him come back this time or wait?"Richard shook his head and got up. "No need, I'll see him now." He left his room, heading to another room Smith directed him to.Smith led Richard to a cl
"I understand, sir. I will endeavour to make sure that this kind of thing will never happen between us again in the future." Mr. Thompson, who looked tired of the situation he had just faced, spoke in a low tone.There was something that they were both aware of in the situation, something that they shared because they had the same responsibility. Richard understood why Mr. Thompson was sad but seemed to be mourning his dead daughter, because he was the leader of his family, his failure made him feel guilty but at the same time he realized that it was the best thing that could happen.While Thompson understood that Richarad as the leader needed to take the right action, it was the right thing for him to kill Andrea who had created a bad situation for him, he understood that Richard considered Andrea a traitor who deserved to die.He silently admitted that he could not possibly be so strong as to finish off his own daughter with his hands, no matter how much he loved his daughter. That'
"Are you sure you want to come to the company in brook city, sir?" Smitha handed him the suit she was holding and helped Richard to put it on.Richard stretched his arms out swiftly as Smith's hands tried to spread his suit, then as he buttoned the suit at the front, he said yes. "I'm going to check there directly as the center's representative, don't tell them that I'm coming, I'm sure if I change my appearance a little they won't recognize me too much."Richard planned to come there not as the head of the company but rather as a representative since he had never been there. Considering the subsidiary was the farthest away, he was sure they would not recognise him. Moreover, there weren't many pictures of him scattered around the internet to which they could compare him. The few scattered around were only pictures from the night his status was formalised, and he was sworn in as the new leader of the Marrison group.Smith nodded, he agreed with that because not many people recognized
They looked at Richard with smiling faces. "Yes, that means years." He said yes so quickly and so enthusiastically.Richard frowned. "So you don't know that it exists?"The smile on his face disappeared and suddenly became more serious. "How do you mean sir?" he wondered about something he didn't seem to know, even though he held a rather important status in the company, he was not just an ordinary staff working at the very outside.If he was compared to an orange, then he could say that he was the flesh, not the rind, not the fibres or the outer skin. She was the flesh of the fruit, but she had never heard of anything involving gifts on the company's celebration map. He was so curious, but he waited patiently for Richard, the man named Morel in the place, to sip the wine in his glass.Richard placed his glass on the table. "There are prizes, but they're not announced at the front of the party or held openly. They observe your work, then give a judgment, and send it directly to you."
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
"You can't do this to us!" Wales shouted at him in disapproval. This is an abuse of power!" He spoke as if he understood best.While Richard looked at him with indifference. "Then what do you want to do? Do you want to report me? Prove that I'm guilty and want to get me removed from my position? Are you sure you can do that?" The corners of Richard's lips rose as his eyebrows also rose slightly to stare at Wales.Wales and Matt looked at each other. Just like Wales, Matt also could not accept him releasing himself from the grip of Jo, who was the quietest among them. "Of course we can, removing someone from their position if they misbehave is not a difficult thing now. On the contrary, maybe the company will thank you for saving the company from someone like you!" He pointed at Richard and pointed at him impolitely.Richard moved his hand up to swat the hand away and made the hand slap down. He was still within the limits of patience and let them be as long as they didn't try to touch
"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
Richard casually sat at the dining table in the dining room, enjoying a quiet breakfast. A plate of warm croissants and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice lay before him while his mug of black coffee puffed warm steam. The large windows in the dining room displayed a view of the well-manicured garden, with the morning sunlight shining through the green leaves."Good morning, sir," Smith spoke in a polite tone as he took his place at the side of the table, checking the notes on the tablet he was holding. "Sorry to interrupt your breakfast, but there are some reports you need to know about."Richard turned his head, raising an eyebrow curiously. "What is it, Smith?""Some of the ventures we've been running recently have run into a little chaos," Smith explained. His voice showed a hint of anxiety, although he tried to remain calm and professional. "However, we've already dealt with the issue, and I'm sure everything will be fine."Richard nodded, not looking too surprised. He knew