"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
In the middle of the studio, filled with indistinct whispers from the staff looking towards her and the crowd, the woman stood in the corner of the room, her eyes focused on Richard's presence. Her mind spun rapidly in the binding silence around them, trying to analyze Richard's sudden presence. The uncomfortable feeling that came over her increased as she watched the figure that seemed to be hiding something behind that calm face. Even though the event had already started, her mind focused on Richard, assessing and interpreting his every move."Why is he making me anxious? " she asked silently, looking at Richard furiously.The initial conversation that filled the room was about their country's economy, a topic that was clearly one of the main agendas of the evening. The discussion revolved around the country's economic achievements and progress, and all participants seemed to agree that their country was going through a period of progress.Many of the companies that have developed i
"Isn't that why you should work harder? Instead of bothering about things you don't really understand?" Da was referring to the man who had pushed him earlier, speaking as if he was planning to bring him down.The man who attacked Richard was silent. He maintained a calm face in front of the people watching him, while behind the desk, he clenched his hands tightly on his thighs, furious at what Richard had said."I'm doing my job well, as evidenced by the fact that there are no reports of me cheating in business, failing to pay state taxes, or anything else related to my inability to run the company by the law.""That's right, sir." The lawyer smiled at Richard's words. He was quite satisfied with Richard's answers, which had managed to make his anxiety disappear. "But what Mr. Meynard is probably talking about here is the blatant flexibility of business."Flexibility is often perceived as a threat in the challenging business world. Many think that too frequent or unplanned adjustment
As the meeting grew warmer, compliments began to pour in for Richard. The atmosphere in the room felt more and more alive as admiration for the young man increased. “Look at him,” several meeting participants whispered to each other in hushed tones full of admiration. He was still young, but his thinking was so broad. He really is an extraordinary figure.” Richard stood in front of the table with a sturdy posture and a confident face. His heavy voice echoed convincingly in the room. Every sentence he uttered seemed to build a bridge to the future, filled with vision and ambition.Around him, meeting attendees seemed mesmerized by his detailed explanations of the social initiatives he had undertaken. Her piercing eyes exuded conviction, while her calm and measured movements added credibility to her every word.The woman who had earlier passionately defended Richard’s opinions continued to stare at him with deep admiration. She seemed completely mesmerized by what Richard had said and