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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lowering. "I suspect it may have something to do with potential hidden dealings involving senior management." Rumor has it that the newly appointed president

Howard's expression

questioning the company's

nearly frozen

expected such a strong

rumored new president of

a possible case of favoritism

an idiot am

Connor turned and hurried out the

"Wait!"

him stop abruptly, trembling as he

you spreading rumors anywhere 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 with sweat as he stumbled out of the vice president's office. Howard glanced at the clock, organizing the files on

to himself, "Just as I'm about to take the president's position, someone tries

on the 20th

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

a guarantee-Mr. Dixon is the only

their

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

ready for you. Please take your place, Marlon

deputy

department heads chimed in. "Yes, yes, Mr. Dixon, you

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

everyone knows your relationship with Ms. Dunn. You are destined to be

managers echoed his sentiment, insisting that Howard

Howard finally

said

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

fell

at Robin, a

looked on in shock,

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

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

pointed at him in anger, "Are you clueless, or what? Mr. Dixon

on his lips. "It's just a seat. Are

disbelief. "I'm telling you that you're not supposed

"Slap!"

room. He shook his head and remarked, "Seems like your manners

hitting him? Got