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.

bigger disaster," Atlas said, his blinks slow and tired. "If you’re still upset, feel free to

you mocking

Knock knock.

tongue at the interruption. All heads turned to the door, where Allen peeked inside. Everyone in the

in

under the older men’s death stares. He

Atlas’s face looked... gone.

just turn off his brain? Is he in auto-pilot mode?’ Allen wondered, trying

breathed out, as if even talking required effort. This was what happened when he didn’t sleep properly and had to deal with William in the morning.

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

wants to see

to his eyes. His expression remained blank, but he

another emergency meeting, go ahead," Atlas said as he stood, gesturing to

but none of them dared linger with Zoren Pierson waiting outside. As they began to leave, William stopped to deliver a

I’m calling for another emergency meeting!" he barked. "And even Zoren

was already by the door. William shot him a glare and walked past

watched them go, then stepped

he asked as Allen quietly shut the

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

gaining weight," Zoren muttered, sitting in a

lackeys came into his office like clockwork, always arguing about

a new couch," he