With the Waston Group's former president's passing, the shareholders were embroiled in a fierce fight for power. Melissa entered, breaking the tension with a simple, “Mr. Waston!” Albert's response was a quiet nod, a brief acknowledgment before he instructed, “Sit down.”

The meeting stretched from the late afternoon into the night, ending at ten. Despite the physical discomfort, the attendees departed swiftly, leaving Albert alone, massaging his temples in the now-quiet conference room.

Melissa brewed a cup of coffee for Albert and set it before him.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Waston. The deal with Summit Ltd. didn't go through.” Albert, already aware of the news from the morning, looked up.

Melissa's admission confirmed his suspicions about the deals failure.

took the coffee and whispered, “Any regrets?” She merely

coffee, he broached the subject of damage control, “The main office hasn't been informed yet. We need to manage the situation discreetly before they make any announcements. The loss of this contract isn't favorable for

crucial than this deal.” Standing, he proposed, “Let's

still alive” His voice

Melissa agreed.

followed

was momentarily distracted by the silent snowfall outside the

mind. The emotional turmoil wasn't easy; convincing

ceased contact following

the morning, Melissa had already started her day,

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