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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he added, his voice lowering. "I suspect it may have something to do with potential hidden dealings involving senior management." Rumor has it that

Howard's expression

right? Are you really questioning the company's hiring process?

was nearly

hadn't expected such a strong reaction

suddenly realized that the rumored new president of Eastvale was

hiring as a possible case of favoritism could

an idiot am

the fallout, Connor turned and hurried out the

"Wait!"

made him stop abruptly, trembling

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 with sweat as he stumbled out of the

as I'm about to take the president's position, someone tries to stir

the executive conference room on the

announce the president of Eastvale, and its highly

It's a guarantee-Mr. Dixon is the only

basked in their compliments, enjoying

conclusions. Before making any assumptions, we shou wait for Shirley to announce my election as Eastvale president. "Come on, everyone, let's head in. The meeting is

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ahead; everyone here is waiting for you." Those high-level executives cleared a path

president's seat is ready for you. Please take your place, Marlon Williamson. director of sales,

deputy

Mr. Dixon, you should occupy

decline, saying, "Let's wait for Shirley to arrive and announce the board's decision. It

Dixon, everyone knows your relationship with Ms. Dunn. You are destined to be the chairman

his sentiment, insisting

some feigned reluctance, Howard finally approached the

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

room. He glanced at the president's seat before sitting down directly

silence fell

stared at Robin,

on in

voice sharp and commanding. "Who are you? Get out of that seat!

unfazed. "Yes, I see it. This

him in anger, "Are you clueless, or what? Mr. Dixon belongs here-this

an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "It's just a seat. Are

you that you're not supposed to

"Slap!"

Robin 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

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