NovelEnglishClarke Corp, a towering skyscraper stood under the sunlight, magnificent and grand.
This place also carries the dreams of countless young people.
Under Tristan's leadership, the company was operating as usual.
A limited-edition Maybach was parked downstairs, and the tall and imposing Tristan had just entered the CEO's office. Kevin quickly stood up, took a thick file from the drawer, and brought it to Tristan's desk.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTristan sat down in his office chair, elegantly crossing his legs, and reached out to take the file from Kevin, quickly scanning it with his eyes.
Kevin stood to the side, whispering his report, "Not only did they fail to complete the Plum Bay project on tas stipulated by the contract, but they were two months late, and there were serious quality issues as well." Listening to his assistant's report and examining the detailed issues pointed out in the documents, Tristan's handsface looked cold, and the atmosphere around him seemed chilly as well.
"But Mr. Lee said it wasn't his fault; his supervision was in place, and it was the construction company's problem," Kevin reported nervously, his heart pounding. "Mr. Lee has invited you to dinner tonight, saying he'll give you a reasonable explanation and discuss a solution for the future." As Tristan listened, he continued to flip through the detailed information in the documents, his handsface growing even more somber.
So many problems! And proper supervision? How thick-skinned could one be? "But...," Kevin continued, feeling a chill in the air, "no matter how reasonable the explanation, the quality issues remain and will require reworking. Not to mention the excessive investment of funds, the lack of time, and the issue of breach of contract penalties." Tristan looked at the documents without uttering a word, giving no indication that he had heard Kevin's words.
Not far from them, at a desk, Saskia Holt was organizing data on her computer.
Although she was not involved in the matter and didn't need to handle it, the low pressure in the office made it difficult for her to even breathe, let alone raise her head.
She was aware of the severity of the situation.
Standing nearby with his head bowed, Kevin remained silent as Mr. Norwell didn't speak.
Tristan's brow furrowed, his expression tense but icy.
He quickly scanned the documents, then turned back to the first page and read through them more carefully.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFive minutes passed...
Kevin observed the CEO reading the last word of the document.
Tristan closed the file, placed it on the desk, and looked up at Kevin. "Arrange dinner for me, for three people. Highest standard.
The location is important, with a view overlooking the entire Arkpool City skyline. The cuisine must be top-notch. You take care of the rest." Confused, Kevin asked, "With such a big problem, we still have to entertain him?" "I'm hosting a dinner tonight; who said anything about entertaining him?" Tristan said coldly, standing up with his hands in his pockets. "You handle Mr. Lee's matter and bring a lawyer from the legal department.” With that, he strode out of the room.
"Mr. Norwell! You have a meeting tonight! It's clearly stated in your schedule!" Kevin chased after him, overwhelmed. "It's the president of Cherry Port Corporation! They specifically requested to see you tonight, or they'll terminate the contract!" "Then let them terminate it," Tristan stopped at the doorway, turning to ask Kevin, "Did | not make myself clear just now? I'm having a dinner tonight, for three people, with the highest standard. Arrange it and sendthe details." With that, he left without looking back.
Watching Tristan's cold, imposing figure, Kevin, who had been with him for so long, was puzzled for the first time. Who could be such an important guest? But as the CEO's order, Kevin could only comply and quickly took out his phone to make a reservation.
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