The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Isn't This the President's Seat?

On the tenth floor of the Dunn Group building, in the sales department, Connor stood nervon outside the office of Howard.

At just 26, Howard had earned his MBA from Huffurd Business School in Autreynia, where he had crossed paths with Shirley during her studies.

A year ago, Howard had returned to the country and stepped into his role at Dunn Group.

With the recent founding of Eastvale, many people expected Howard to be the next president.

Rumors swirled that during his time at Autreynia, he had been pursuing Shirley.

His decision to come back and work for Dunn Group was believed to be motivated by this interest.

Allegedly, he had turned down offers from several prestigious international companies to join Dunn Group instead.

These factors positioned Howard as the clear second-in-command at Dunn Group.

He often brought up his connection to Shirley's senior in the university, leading many to speculate about whether he might become her fiancé.

Howard's responses to such inquiries were always vague, creating the impression that he and Shirley were romantically involved.

Over time, many within the organization began to believe that Howard would eventually join the core management team of Dunn Group. Yet, despite nearly two years in the company, he still hadn't made it to the board of directors.

This was Connor's first visit to Howard's office.

If Piper hadn't asked him to report Rosalie, he wouldn't have dared to step inside.

To him, Howard was a significant player in Shirley's life and a likely future leader of Dunn Group.

After a moment's hesitation, Connor finally gathered the courage to knock on the door.

"What do you want?" Howard looked up, frowning at Connor.

"Mr. Dixon, hello! I'm Connor Whitman, the deputy team leader in the sales department," he introduced himself, trying to maintain his composure. Howard nodded in acknowledgment.

"Mr. Dixon, I'm here to report something, Connor continued, his voice steady despite the tension.

Howard's frown deepened. "Report someone? Who?"

Connor swiftly responded, "We have a candidate name Rosalic. She was initially rejected, but then suddenly the Human Resources department informed her that she was hired."

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may have something to do with potential hidden dealings involving senior management." Rumor has it that the

Howard's expression

Are you really questioning the company's

nearly frozen

hadn't expected such a strong

the rumored new president of Eastvale

hiring as a possible case of

idiot

Connor turned

"Wait!"

made him stop abruptly, trembling as

else, I'll make sure you get kicked out of the company for good!" "Yes, yes! Mr. Dixon, I promise I won't say anything again!" Connor's back felt damp

take the president's position, someone tries to

executive conference room on the 20th floor, a

said that today's executive meeting will announce the president of Eastvale, and its

you put it that way? It's a guarantee-Mr.

basked in their

please, everyone, let's not jump to conclusions. Before making any assumptions, we shou wait for Shirley to announce my election as Eastvale president. "Come

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waiting for you." Those high-level executives cleared a path for him to enter the

for you. Please take your place,

deputy

"Yes, yes, Mr. Dixon, you should occupy the

Shirley to arrive and announce the board's decision. It wouldn't be proper to sit there before

Dunn. You are destined to be the chairman of the Dunn Group. Why bother with protocol? You should sit

other managers echoed his sentiment, insisting that

feigned reluctance, Howard

to the others and said with a smile, "Everyone, let's be quiet

the conference room. He glanced at the president's

abrupt silence fell over the

stared at Robin, a stranger among

in shock,

Marlon stepped forward, his voice sharp and commanding. "Who are you? Get out of that

to Marlon, unfazed. "Yes, I see it. This is indeed the president's

nonchalance response, Marlon pointed at him in anger, "Are you clueless,

eyebrow, a smirk playing on his

telling you that you're not supposed

"Slap!"

sent Marlon flying. Then he glanced at the astonished faces of the executives in the room. He shook his head and remarked, "Seems like your manners need some work!" Howard's face turned pale with fury. "Why are you so

the chair, a relaxed posture. "What's wrong with hitting him?