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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she was personally selected by the president," he added, his voice lowering. "I suspect it may have something to do with

Howard's expression

questioning the company's hiring process?

was nearly

expected such a strong reaction

new president of Eastvale was

Rosalie's hiring as a possible case of favoritism could

an idiot am

the fallout, Connor turned and

"Wait!"

voice made him stop abruptly, trembling

I promise I won't say anything again!" Connor's back felt damp with sweat as he stumbled out of the vice president's office.

position,

his way to the executive conference room on the 20th floor, a

said that today's executive meeting will announce

it that way? It's a guarantee-Mr. Dixon is the only one fit for

in their compliments, enjoying the

we shou wait for Shirley to announce my election as Eastvale president. "Come on, everyone, let's

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

for you. Please take your place, Marlon Williamson. director

deputy

Mr. Dixon, you should

decline, saying, "Let's wait for Shirley to arrive and announce the board's decision. It wouldn't be proper to sit there

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

managers echoed his sentiment, insisting

Howard finally approached

others and said with a smile, "Everyone, let's be quiet now;

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

fell over the

stared at Robin, a stranger

on in

stepped forward, his voice sharp and commanding. "Who are you? Get out of that seat! Can't you see this

phone to Marlon, unfazed. "Yes, I see it.

"Are you clueless, or what? Mr. Dixon belongs here-this is his seat!

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

"I'm telling you that you're not

"Slap!"

and remarked, "Seems like your manners need some work!" Howard's face turned pale with fury.

a relaxed posture. "What's wrong with hitting him? Got a problem with that? Go sit in