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.

coffee and whispered, “Any regrets?”

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 us” Melissa's instinct was to apologize, but Albert reassured her, emphasizing

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

you a lot when he was still alive” His

Melissa agreed.

mansion was followed by her

distracted by the silent snowfall outside the window, almost missing the receptionists call to collect her room

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

had ceased contact following her decision to end

had already started her day, leaving

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