Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1085: Save Mother Earth

Days had passed in peace... except for a few people.

[PIERSON CORPORATION]

"And this one?" Atlas's flat voice echoed softly in the room, followed by Zoren's answer, "Yes."

"This one as well." Atlas didn't wait another second and was met with Zoren's previous response.

Atlas nodded in satisfaction, snapping his eyes up at the man across from him. "Got it."

"Thank you."

"No need." Atlas then shifted his gaze to the two people standing nearby. "Allen, take this to my office."

Allen didn't respond immediately, staring at the stack-no, the mountain—of papers on top of the table. His eyes welled up as his heart clenched. Ever since Atlas had taken the COO position, the only time they were busy was the first day -the day Atlas was appointed. The day after that, Allen felt like he and his boss were on a quest to conquer these mountains called paperwork!

"It's okay, Allen." Benjamin, standing beside him, patted him on the back. "Everything will be fine."

Allen teared up a bit at Benjamin's encouragement, nodding at him before facing his boss again. "Yes, sir."

As Allen dragged his feet to carry the first batch to Atlas's office, Zoren's voice rang out.

"Ben, take these to mine."

Benjamin stiffened, eyeing the mountain of papers on Zoren's side. Dread immediately washed over his face, and he caught Allen looking back at him with a weary smile.

"We can do this, Ben!" Allen cheered quietly, rooting for Benjamin, who understood him better than anyone.

dragged their feet to carry yet another pile of papers to their bosses' offices. When Atlas took office, Benjamin, for one, had

expectations were far

Not that the two of them didn't understand why- since Atlas was new, the CEO and

this was just

Benjamin could think

Benjamin weren't the only ones on a quest to surpass

BAM!

noise had come from. His eyes slowly moved upward, his face twitching as he could barely see

you check these papers for me? They're the financial reports from the last ten years. I'd like a

Dean, trying to muster a smile, but

wasn't the paperwork itself that bothered Jonathan-it

more important tasks, right?" Dean reminded him, his eyes cracking open slightly. "I need

face twisted as he exhaled

so dependable! Is it because you're the CEO's brother?" Dean clapped

this in my office

you and blame him for all this paperwork-or maybe the President. Good luck! Don't let

morale, Dean laughed

at

the mountain of paperwork Dean had left on his desk. He clenched his teeth, suppressing the growing rage in his heart. The more time he spent in that tiny office, the

choice but to do it. So, knowing he'd likely be spending the night in the office,

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Hours later...

desk, his soul almost

nearly rolling back in his skull. The workload had been heavy over the past few days, but today was especially hectic. He had so much to do that it didn't feel like the

all.

rest of the staff in their department were nearly melting at their desks. Everyone was so mentally drained that no one seemed to have the energy to get