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
“Damn it! What the hell?” the group who left the room felt angry.They walked in the deserted hallway, moving quickly with angry steps. Their feet echoed loudly against the empty walls, indicating they had just left the place that made them so angry and humiliated. Their faces looked grim and disappointed, indicating they felt insulted and belittled. They were disappointed with Richard and thought they were ridiculed and humiliated.“Really unexpected.” one of them spoke in a tone full of anger and indignation. His voice trembled, indicating how deeply frustrated he felt. “Richard is making us feel as if we are at fault in this situation. And that woman. I don’t know what she's thinking, she not only refuses to support us, but also seems to prefer to see us fall.”“She really doesn't know herself.” Another man replied to the others in a cynical and angry tone. “We have to make sure she gets what she deserves for what she has done to us. We can't just let him get away with it. We must
"His attitude is really annoying, what's wrong with him he thinks he's the only person in power what? Argh, damn it!" One of them cursed angrily.He did not accept Richard's treatment that trivialized them, even though they did not have much influence they had high self-esteem and ego, and they were reluctant to be treated like they were nothing.Richard's arrogant attitude really made their egos disturbed, in the conversation that was broadcast to all corners of the country they looked like silly people by asking irrelevant talks about what they were talking about.One of them took a deep nap. "I knew from the start that this would not be easy. This is not an easy situation to handle. Moreover, Richard seems to have good intelligence and word-processing skills. He is not easily trapped by our words and instead attacks us.""You're right. Now it's all of us who look ridiculous in public for trying to bring him down with nonsense." He was getting worried.The man with the glasses gulpe