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.

and whispered, “Any regrets?” She merely

to hear.” After sipping his coffee, he broached the subject of damage control, “The main office hasn't been informed yet. We need to manage the situation discreetly before

you're more crucial than this deal.” Standing, he proposed, “Let's have dinner and then go

you a lot when he was still alive” His voice carried a

Melissa agreed.

was followed

distracted by the silent snowfall outside the window, almost missing the receptionists

events, particularly the argument with Marcus, replayed in her mind. The emotional turmoil wasn't easy; convincing herself to reconcile with Marcus had been

contact following her decision to

in the morning, Melissa had already started her day,

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