The man was getting annoyed, and he showed deep dissatisfaction with Morel's words. "You've gone too far. How dare you behave like that towards me," the man said in a haughty and arrogant tone. His eyes narrowed sharply, reflecting deep displeasure at the incident that had just occurred.Morel looked at the man with a flat face, trying to hold back the emotions beginning to rise within him. He felt uncomfortable with this situation, but he still tried to remain calm and not be provoked by the man's defiant attitude. "That's none of my business. "You're shameless, rudely bumping into me, knocking over my drink that I just bought," he said calmly yet firmly. "You made no effort to apologize and admit your mistake. Instead, you chose to get angry and insult me."The man replied with a tone full of implied threats, "You'll see, I'll make you regret making me like this," while pointing at his dirty clothes from Morel's coffee spill. Her expression was still full of unconcealed displeasure
Darko looked back at Morel's entire body from top to bottom, and his casual attire made Darko hesitate. During this time, all the guests who came must have been dressed in their best because it was the etiquette to enter this building. "Are you absolutely sure he's an important guest of Mr. Louins?" Darko asked the woman to confirm once again while glancing at Morel.The woman gave Darko a sharp look. "Clothes don't determine a person's worth, Darko. I just got a message from Mr. Louins' secretary that a critical guest is coming to see him. The timing is perfect with Mr. Morel's arrival, and I'm pretty sure Mr. Morel is that critical guest." Morel smiled slightly, seemingly unperturbed by Darko's doubts. "I understand your hesitation, Darko. I came not to be seen but to talk about important matters with Mr. Louins. As I said, you will find out who I am later." Morel continued as he stared intently at Darko, his eyes full of certainty about his purpose there.Then Darko looked very fr
He was an elderly gentleman by the name of Mr. Louins Senra, a wise and well-respected leader in the company. He was about 60 years old now, with white hair that was neatly combed to the side, giving an impression of calmness and experience.Mr. Louins, who saw from a distance that Morel was being yelled at and pointed at disrespectfully by one of the employees in the company, Mr. Louins immediately ran over to them. "What the hell! How dare you yell and cuss at our critical guest!" With a hurried voice, Mr. Louins quickly wanted to stop Darko's rambling. His face was flushed with anger and disbelief as he approached them, and he continued in a tone of authority, "You have no right to treat my guests like that! This is a major violation of our work ethics, and I will not tolerate it!" Mr. Louins looked at Darko sharply, hoping that his quick action would defuse the situation and preserve the honor of his guest, Morel, whom he respected so much.Darko stopped immediately. He saw that i
Mr. Louins smiled broadly, the hue of happiness evident on his wrinkled yet energetic face. His bright eyes sparkled like the morning sun breaking through the fog. With careful but sure movements, he took out a piece of paper from the leather folder he always carried with him."Here, Mr. Morel," Mr. Louins said in a voice full of warmth and pride. "This is the invitation letter for the shareholders' meeting."Morel accepted the paper with a firm but gentle hand. He unfolded the paper, and her eyes swept over each line of words carefully. The room was quiet momentarily, with only clockwork ticking echoing off the old wooden walls.After a few seconds that felt like minutes, a faint smile was etched on Morel's face. He nodded slowly, then looked at Mr. Louins with a warm, appreciative gaze. "Good work, Mr. Louins," Morel said in a thankful tone.Mr. Louins bowed slightly in thanks. "I was just doing my duty, Mr. Morel. It was a pleasure to help you."As Louins turned to leave, he paused
Morel sat in the backseat of the car with his cell phone in hand, reviewing notes related to the critical shareholder meeting he was heading to. The car drove slowly across the highway that cut through the valley, accompanied by the hoofbeats of horses on the fertile land. The morning sun shone through the trees, and the green hills framed a spectacular view.They passed small villages with thatched houses set amongst green fields. In the distance, the mountain peaks rose high, covered by slowly moving white clouds. The fresh mountain air invigorates the long drive, providing peace before Morel enters the city's heart for his important meeting.After a breathtaking drive through beautiful mountains and valleys, Morel arrived at the grand building where the important shareholders' meeting was held. The car pulled up in front of the entrance, and Morel got out with a steady stride. He was immediately greeted by an atmosphere of enthusiasm and professionalism.The surroundings of the bui
The meeting was finally over, and the shareholders began to leave the meeting room one by one. Some of them came out with sour faces and unpleasant expressions, perhaps due to disapproval or doubts about the plan that had just been presented.They had been engaged in intense discussions and in-depth analysis of the company's future for more than two hours. While many were impressed by the data and strategies presented by Marisa, it was clear that not everyone could be thoroughly convinced.Marisa stood at the front of the meeting room, observing their departure calmly yet thoughtfully. She knew that changing the direction of a large company like this would not be easy and that there would always be skeptics of change. However, his faith in the data and the vision he had laid out gave him the strength to keep going.As this was his first time participating in a more than two-hour meeting, Morel felt a little exhausted. Although he had previously undergone a meeting simulation made by D
Morel's heart skipped a beat when he heard Marisa's distressed voice. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace towards the source of the commotion. As he got closer, he saw Marisa standing tall, her eyes burning with anger, facing off against a man who looked frustrated and angry. Morel felt alarmed as he watched the situation escalate.Marisa sounded so emotional she shouted while glaring at Paul, "Let me go! I told you that I never liked you at all." Marisa struggled to remove her hand from Paul's grasp but remained firm in her stance. Her eyes radiated tremendous courage and firmness.Morel, who saw and heard the situation, found it surprising, "Oh, he is Paul. I knew he was from the Incra family, one of the 15 richest men in the city. I didn't expect that he was Marisa's lover." Morel muttered to himself while staring at the two people from a distance. He choked up, a little surprised by the fact.Paul smiled faintly, grinned with certainty, and said in a calm yet pressing tone, "
Marisa was shocked by what had just happened. She was silent momentarily, her eyes glued to Morel's figure. She was trying to digest all the information and events that had just happened while her mind spun in circles, looking for an explanation. "Are you alright, miss?" Morel asked gently, slightly joking as he addressed Marisa with that formal title.Marisa, still in a state of shock, could only remain silent and nod slowly, trying to compose herself. Her heart was beating fast, and her breathing felt heavy. She took a deep breath, trying to gather the strength to deal with the situation that had suddenly turned chaotic. On the other side, Paul, who had fallen, tried to get up. His face was flushed with anger and embarrassment. "How dare you do this to me!" he shouted angrily. He advanced to attack and launched a series of punches at Morel.However, Morel nimbly dodged every punch Paul threw. His movements were smooth and efficient, like those of a trained fighter used to this situa