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

Howard's

you really questioning the company's

was nearly frozen

a

the rumored new president of Eastvale was none

hiring as a possible case

idiot

turned and hurried out

"Wait!"

him stop abruptly,

yes! Mr. Dixon, I promise I won't say anything again!" Connor's back felt damp with sweat as

position, someone tries

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

announce the president of Eastvale, and its highly likely to

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

their compliments,

a facade of humility and responded, "Oh, 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 on, everyone, let's head

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waiting for you." Those high-level executives cleared a path for

ready for you. Please take your place, Marlon

deputy

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

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

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

his sentiment, insisting that Howard take the

some feigned reluctance, Howard

to the others and said with a smile, "Everyone,

entered the conference room. He glanced

fell over

Robin, a stranger among

on in

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. This is indeed the

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

on his lips.

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

"Slap!"

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 rude? Why

hitting him? Got a problem with that? Go sit in