The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer by Dream Searcher

Chapter 39

I found it. Despite its austere exterior, It was imposing. Its only design was a line of words engraved on its wall: Serve and protect.

Someone was waiting. I had seen him before the man who had reminded Soren that he had to leave while we were talking at the gate of the Kenway residence.

I parked my car and grabbed my bag.

The man introduced himself politely, “Good morning, Miss Taylor Jones. I’m Michael Kidd, Mr. Kenway’s personal assistant.”

“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Kidd.‘

He led me into the building, past the security check, and into the lobby.

“Mr. Kenway is still busy. You’ll need to wait for a while,” Michael said.

I smiled. “That’s fine. I’m sorry to have scheduled this meeting on such short notice. It must have disrupted his plans.”

We reached the top floor, which appeared to be a wide, clean office space.

Employees greeted Michael with deference as we passed by,

assistant. He essentially answered to no one

Jones, please wait here. Il let you know once Mr. Kenway

“Got it. Thanks.”

from the center of the panels. Jalousi windows covered them.

into Soren’s office through the gaps between the windows. I could see a man with a grim, severe expression sitting behind

Was that… Soren?

glass, I could tell the air

tense.

knew they couldn’t see me from inside, so I stared straight

imagined a man–who had been so courteous, friendly, and gregarious–could ever afford

so stern.

eyebrows to make you feel pressure on your

gone wrong at work. The point was,

le

men he was glaring at. They hung their breads, their bodies frozen in place. They must have been

come at

for a loan after he had just chastised his subordinates?

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