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

Chapter 1744: Talking to people’s my favorite thing

[Pierson Corporation: COO’s Office]

Atlas sat quietly on the one-seater couch in his office with a dead expression. His eyes lingered on the few men seated across from him on the other couch—William among them.

Which meant, whatever this was, he didn’t want to hear it. He would rather drown than have it, but then again, Atlas had no choice.

"Atlas, this is the umpteenth time you’ve interfered with a project under my wing!" William snapped, tapping the document on the table and glaring at him. "Explain this to me! Why are you just targeting me!?"

"I’m not..."

"At this rate, it’s abuse of power!" one of the other men — head of the current project Atlas had just sent a memo to — added furiously. He then started pointing at the men in the room. "First you stopped his project, then his, and now mine?!"

"There were dozens of projects this year under other people’s names, but you only stop ours!" another added, dismayed. "Yet, it seemed you only have problems with ours!"

"We’re calling an emergency board meeting if this continues!" William fumed. "You shouldn’t even have the authority to question it—"

"Yet I did," Atlas replied—not with his usual monotone, but like someone whose last brain cell had just died. But these men weren’t letting him mourn for it. "And not only did I question it, I shut it down. Regardless of the resources spent."

He blinked lazily. "Want to know how I did that?"

"It’s because all these projects... there’s something wrong with them," he continued, his voice getting deader by the second. "If you’re confident nothing shady is going on, then you should have no problem with the audit we’re conducting."

Their faces twisted further — unsure if it was his words or the look on his face that angered them the most.

something shady is happening without your knowledge, then I’m simply saving this company from a bigger disaster," Atlas said, his

are you mocking

Knock knock.

heads turned to the door, where Allen peeked inside. Everyone in the

they were in the middle

wilting under the older men’s death stares. He turned his attention to Atlas

Atlas’s face looked... gone.

trying

he didn’t sleep properly and had to deal with William in the morning. He should’ve had some

reading the others’ thoughts. "Don’t interrupt us. We’re

wants to see

remained blank, but he no longer looked

another emergency meeting, go ahead," Atlas said as he stood, gesturing to the door. "I’ll attend once I get the

groaned, pushing himself up. His lackeys’ faces twisted in frustration, but none of them dared linger with Zoren Pierson waiting outside.

emergency meeting!" he barked. "And even Zoren

by the door. William

them go, then stepped

you more trouble?" he asked as Allen

shrugged and flopped back onto the couch. Zoren paused, looking down at the cushion where William had

muttered, sitting in a

wasn’t even amusing anymore. William and his lackeys came into his office like clockwork, always arguing about something. "Last time it was a

a new couch,"