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
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
Inside the room, which seemed to grow darker as time passed, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive. A thick fog hangs in the air, enveloping every corner with an eerie silence. The light from a dim lamp in the corner of the room only shone in certain areas, highlighting a large desk filled with documents and tools. The room walls looked dirty and unkempt, reflecting the chaos that was going on inside.A man sat behind the desk with a slightly cynical expression of pleasure. His smile did not reflect happiness but calculated satisfaction. His sharp eyes looked at the person standing in front of him."Richard has finally accepted our invitation," the stranger said triumphantly, his voice breaking the silence that enveloped the room. This is our chance to publicly humiliate him and the Marisson family. We'll show everyone how stupid they are." His gaze sharpened, and his smile seemed tense.The atmosphere was getting heavy. The man rose from his chair with slow but sharp movement
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