True Love of the Heir
CSP. 44

In the main lobby, Bara's footsteps snapped at the marble floor quickly. Pursuing Luna's steps in front of him.

"Luna!" his call made the semi-formal dressed woman turn her head.

"Mara?"

Bara seemed to be panting, adjusting his breathing before speaking. "Lo was out of Nadira's apartment yesterday, right? Where is he living now? I want to call him but I think my number is blocked, deh," he said after adjusting his breathing rhythm.

"Yes, but sorry, bar." Luna let out a weak sigh, since the news of Nadira resigning spread, Bara always asked for Nadira's whereabouts. Making Luna dizzy to answer.

"She's angry with me, isn't she?" ask Bara again while walking towards the elevator at the same time.

"If it's not like that, anyway. But Nadira tells me that he has a plan or something that's why he resigned."

Bara grunted disappointedly. The elevator clinks, both of them immediately enter followed by several other staff. "Weekend will take him to the cafe deket office can, no, Lun? I need to, about the new project," Bara asked on the sidelines as they headed upstairs.

Luna seemed to weigh for a moment, paying attention to the numbers on the elevator monitor that showed they had reached the floor where they were. "So, Lo was chosen to replace Nadira?"

Bara nodded briefly. "Yes, I was also quite shocked actually. How's it? Can you, right, Luna?" ask again. Some of the staff looked out, a sign that the floor they were heading to had arrived.

"Okay, but I don't promise, yeah. I'll try it first."

Bara nodded happily. Then he got out of the elevator. Waving her hands and smiling kindly at Luna before the elevator doors closed again.

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In his room, Arsen knocks on his glass table slowly. Getting bored. The computer in front of him was left on, all his tasks had been completed early. Moving from his seat he stepped to the edge of the window, looking at the densely hot-watered Capital stinging the sun.

Back, Arsen let out a rough sigh. Nadira's absence in the office makes it feel saturated to the fullest, Arsen needs entertainment amid the hustle and bustle of his life. Whereas usually, when free like this he would call the woman to his office and ask her to do something so that Arsen can look at Nadira as much as possible.

Now, do not look at Nadira for long, just call her or call her through the intercom alone she can not do. Arsen said, if only Nadira was at home, Arsen would still have hope to go home.

Although he had forced himself to stay with Nadira, there was still dissatisfaction on his face. He wanted more than just to live together. Remembering the incident this morning, for a moment Arsen was surrounded by guilt and confusion at the same time. Suddenly his heart turned agitated.

Galen entered with some files in his hand, snapping at Arsen's daydreams instantly. "There's work again?" ask Arsen sharply.

Galen put the file on the table. Arsen still had no intention of opening it, his mood was not good enough now.

The sturdy man with the neat haircut took a few steps back. Arsen clucked, Galen was too long-winded in his opinion.

"Say," he said.

"The file you requested, President. List of some companies that went bankrupt this year because they could not pay off their debts to creditors. Some of them have experienced stock delisting," explained Galen Long.

Arsen was still staring at the files before him without interest. "Then?" ask her lazily while propping up her chin. Her eyes felt heavy.

Galen was silent for a moment to give the right reason to his superior. Arsen waited anxiously.

"They hope that you can help them turn things around and improve their company's reputation." Galen lowered his head, staring at his shoes more attractive at this moment than looking at the face of the President before him.

He opened the file and read it. "You didn't read and understand this file before?" ask Arsen seriously.

"How do you work now, Galen? You can't even tell which party intentionally made a mistake and broke the rules with the one who, under certain circumstances, suffered a loss and couldn't handle it?"

Galen was just down on hearing Arsen's words. He did not dare to do anything especially to check that detail. All he did was search for information and collect it in one whole file. Isn't that what Arsen asked for?

Arsen continued to turn the pages one by one. There were many company names that he did not know there, his forehead frowning as he read their financial condition and bloated debt records. The valuation of their company was even lower than he could have imagined.

Arsen clucked slowly. "Gosh, Galen. You really make me dizzy. I asked for a list of companies that are almost bankrupt and in need of investment! Not a list of companies that have gone bankrupt to experience delisting like this!" he said while throwing the file on the floor.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm the less conscientious one," I'm Galen feeling guilty.

"How long have you been following me, Galen? It's been years, right? You got the same training as me, got almost the same business education as me. But something this small you can't do?" arsenian Sarcas.

Even that simple thing can trigger Arsen's anger. Galen has accepted it quite often, he knows more about the character of his President than anyone else.

Therefore, when Arsen cast a vexation and for his saturation upon Galen. The man who had been following Arsen for so many years was just silently lowered his head.

"But, Mister. Didn't you previously said you wanted to acquire a small-scale company to develop your business name here?" Galen revealed the real reason after he felt Arsen was silent for a long time.

Arsen sculpted for a moment. Thinking back. "It's true, but ... " Arsen seemed to be weighing something. He has just stood in his position now, directly acquiring some of the nearly bankrupt companies and reorganizing his management will certainly be a good start for the company and profit for him as well.

That way, he could prove to his Grandfather that he had a great ability to manage the Harrington business empire in his hands. However, Arsen thinks that finding and recruiting qualified and competent HR is quite difficult right now.

"I'll reconsider. You take the file back and reassemble it. That's almost bankrupt, Galen. Don't get it wrong." Galen nodded, picked up the scattered file and returned to his room. Being an assistant to the president is not easy.

Arsen sat back in his big chair, kneeling his temple slowly. Just then, his phone buzzed, adding a pulse in his head.

He saw Nadira's name there. Without waiting for the second ring he immediately received the call and placed his phone right in his right ear.

"Hello, honey, how? Have you considered it well?" he said it was friendly once his call was connected.

"Consider what?! Hurry to the hospital, Grandpa has a heart attack!" nadira panicked on the other end of the phone. A second later, Arsen's heart was slipping.

"What?! How could? I'm there now, send me the address!" Arsen was no less panicked. His heart beats twice as fast. Fear re-covered his heart. Without thinking about anything else, he immediately ran out of the office.

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