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.

Atlas said, his

are you

Knock knock.

interruption. All heads turned to the door, where

in the middle

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

Atlas’s face looked... gone.

wondered, trying not to

sleep properly and had to deal

I have important people here?" he said flatly, as if reading the others’ thoughts. "Don’t interrupt us. We’re in

sir, the CEO wants to see you," Allen

returned to his eyes. His expression remained blank, but he no

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

linger

turns up nothing, I’m calling for another emergency meeting!" he barked. "And even Zoren Pierson won’t be able

door. William shot him a glare and walked past without

go, then stepped

trouble?" he asked as Allen quietly shut

the couch. Zoren paused, looking down at

sitting in a different

eating will kill him... hopefully," Atlas replied flatly. It wasn’t even amusing anymore. William and his lackeys came into his office like clockwork, always arguing about something. "Last time it was a memo about operations. Today, it’s the audit. They’re

buying a new couch," he