Greg's eyes narrowed as he recognized the lone figure sitting on the asphalt across the street. It was the same elderly man who had clashed with the young executive earlier! "What's he doing sitting alone on the asphalt? Shouldn't he have gone home by now?" Greg thought as he looked at his phone which showed 5 p.m., which meant the old man might have already been sitting there for hours! As Greg continued to watch, the old man suddenly turned his head in his direction, locking eyes with Greg. A scowl creased the old man's weathered face, as he pointed his trembling finger toward Greg's direction. "Hey, you! Why are you staring at me?!" the old man barked, his voice carrying across the street. Taken aback, Greg quickly averted his gaze, pretending to examine something else across the street. He didn't want to escalate the situation or draw more attention to himself. But the old man's irritation persisted and he called Greg louder. "Hey, you! I mean YOU, tall person! The one that s
"Hey, Greg... Are you distancing yourself from me?"Greg paused for a moment, his eyes glued to the phone screen, his fingers hovering over the keys as he contemplated his response to Dylan. "No, it's just your feeling. I'm not distancing myself from you."But Dylan, not satisfied with the vague response, pressed further. His voice grew more insistent, laced with frustration. "Are you sure? It feels like you're keeping something from me."Greg continued to evade the question, his own unease manifesting in his reply. "Dylan, you're overthinking it. Seriously, it's nothing. You just…"That’s it! Dylan couldn't take it any longer. The past few days had been a relentless cycle of Greg brushing off his questions, and now, frustration bubbled within him. He decided to confront his friend and subordinate head-on."Greg, we've been through everything together, okay? We've shared our secrets, our plans, our fears. But now you're shutting me out? You didn't even answer my question about your pl
Greg's brows furrowed as he entered the empty dining room. He scanned the place with a faint frown creasing his lips. The table sat untouched, and the newspapers lay neatly folded on the shelf as if Dylan hadn't even grazed them."Is he perhaps leaving early?" Greg muttered, his voice tinged with concern.Just as he was absorbed in thoughts about Dylan’s whereabouts, a maid in a neat uniform passed by. Her presence was quiet and unobtrusive, a subtle reminder of the bustling household staff that attended to Havenwood Estate.She curtsied politely as she greeted him. "Good morning, Master Von Ritcher. Would you like some breakfast?"Greg's attention shifted from his thoughts to the maid's inquiry. His concern for Dylan momentarily took a backseat as his stomach reminded him of its emptiness. A brief smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Yes, please. I could use some breakfast," he replied, his voice holding a note of gratitude.The maid's demeanor remained poised as she continued,
Greg stared at his phone in frustration, his thumb hovering over the screen as he tried to dial Dylan's number once again.PIP![Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently out of reach now. Please call in a few minutes or leave a message and—PIP!]“He didn’t answer my call again… This never happened before, is he still that mad?” Greg thought, his brow furrowing in concern. He clenched his phone slightly, a mixture of frustration and worry gnawing at his thoughts.Greg tried dialing Dylan’s number again, and once again, the familiar ringtone played for a brief moment before being replaced by the operator's voice.After several attempts, Greg finally gave up, realizing that Dylan was not going to answer. He sighed as his shoulders slumped in resignation."I guess it's useless to keep trying. If Dylan wanted to talk, he would have picked up by now, well... I have no other choice but to leave him for the sudden exclusive meeting. It’s not like I didn’t try to call him anyway,” Greg m
DOR! DOR! DOR! "GOOD MORNING EXCLUSIVE GREG!" *** The booming cheers echoed through the corridor, creating an atmosphere that was far from what Greg had expected when entering Behav Company's headquarters. He stood there, dumbfounded, trying to process the sudden burst of energy and excitement that had enveloped him. “W—What’s this?” Greg's mind raced in confusion as he took in his surroundings. The once normal corridor now resembled a scene out of a lively party, with security personnel dressed in festive attire, holding cans of confetti poppers, and the air filled with an almost tangible anticipation. Not to mention that the unending confetti makes the party vibe stronger! Before Greg could fully comprehend the situation, the chorus of voices erupted once more. "GOOD MORNING EXCLUSIVE GREG!" Greg was shocked once again, his eyebrows furrowing as he looked around, still struggling to make sense of the unexpected spectacle before him. His attention was momentarily diverted as
Greg listened intently as Bradley began recounting the story behind the unique executive greeting."Yes, Mr. Von Ritcher. So, that's the real reason why we had this greeting," Bradley explained, his tone carrying a mix of pride and amusement. "You know, if it’s not because of Karel's ingenious insight, we won’t ever think to have this unique idea."Greg raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Karel's insight? What do you mean?"Bradley's lips curved into a knowing smile. "You see, Karel, one of our executives, is a firm believer in the power of positive energy and camaraderie. He's been a strong advocate for team-building activities and strategies that boost morale."Greg nodded, intrigued by this revelation. "So, the greeting is a morale-boosting strategy?""Exactly," Bradley confirmed. "Karel proposed that a vibrant, energetic entrance to our executive meetings could set a positive tone for the discussions that follow. He believed that by starting the meeting with a burst of excitement li
The conversation in Behav's exclusive meeting room continued to swirl around the enigmatic figure of Greg. The executives speculated and theorized about his background, each theory becoming more outlandish than the last."I heard he's actually a spy sent by a rival company to gather information.""A spy? That's quite audacious, isn't it? What would a spy be doing with a name as ordinary as 'Greg'?"A bespectacled executive chimed in, "Ah, that's the brilliance of it. He's using a fake name to throw us off his trail. No one would suspect a 'Greg' of espionage."Laughter and playful banter filled the room as they concocted wild stories about Greg's origins. The excitement was contagious, and even the more reserved executives couldn't help but join in the speculative fun."And you know what's the most unbelievable part?" the fiery-haired woman interjected with a grin. "I heard he's the child of a powerful politician, and he's here to manipulate this company for his family's political gai
The room fell into a deep silence after the executive's condescending remark hung in the air like a heavy fog while Greg just remained composed with an unreadable expression as if he had expected some level of skepticism and had come prepared to face it head on.His silence seemed to have unnerved the executive who had just spoken, and a hint of discomfort was visible on his face. He probably didn't anticipate such a calm response from Greg.After a long silence, Greg finally spoke, his voice was measured and confident. "Of course, let's address the elephant in the room first," he began, his tone carrying a quiet authority that commanded attention.The room's eyes shifted from the skeptical executive to Greg, their expressions a mix of curiosity and anticipation as if they sensed that something significant was about to transpire."You see,” Greg continued, his gaze steady. “Skepticism is a healthy aspect of any organization. It fosters critical thinking and ensures that decisions are