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
Marisa and Morel walked for quite some distance until they finally stopped near Marisa's car. Marisa looked at Morel seriously while running her fingers through her hair. She then flicked her hair back with her hands, a gesture that looked very natural. "What you're doing is crazy," Marisa said sternly. "I'm pretty sure he or his family will get back at us later."Morel, whose face showed a hint of confusion at Marisa's statement, tried to understand Marisa's concern. He felt that there was something he didn't fully understand. "Why do you look unhappy?" Morel asked in a slightly confused tone. "I just wanted to help solve the problem with the person in question. I have no other intention than to help."Although Marisa felt a little happy to have been helped by Morel, she still didn't like involving other people in her problems. "I can take care of my problems," Marisa replied softer but firmly. A faint feeling of gratitude could be seen in her eyes, but she preferred to hide it. Afte
Paul finally arrived at his house with slightly dishevelled clothes and messy hair, resulting from his frequent head scratching during his emotional outburst. Sweat beaded on his forehead, adding to his dishevelled appearance. Once inside the house, without wasting time, Paul headed straight for his father's study, like a child who wants to complain to his parents when facing a big problem.His steps sounded hurried in the quiet hallway, reflecting his restlessness. When he reached the door to the study, he opened it quickly without knocking. "Dadhh," Paul called in a slightly whiney tone, his voice filled with desperation and hope for a solution. He stood in the doorway, looking up at his father with reddened eyes, a sign that he had been crying or very angry earlier.Sitting behind the desk with a severe expression, his father looked straight at Paul. The look in his father's eyes turned to worry when he saw his son's condition. Paul felt as if the heavy weight on his chest could be